A young man was lying down on the wide soft bed. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, contemplating something or nothing. He was yet to take off the uniform robe and boots. Although it was uncomfortable he didn't feel the patience to change.
His eyes had a hint of red in them. Unable to diffuse the stuffiness in his chest, he walked towards the window, opening it to breathe in the outside air.
Changmin rested his head on his hand, staring at the darkness outside that seemed to stare back at him.
A sense of coldness seemed to touch his face, bewildering him. He frowned. As he touched his face to dissipate the intrusive coldness away from his face, his eyes gleamed with vigilance.
"The mystical cold fire!"
With fluid and swift motions he subdued the spreading coldness with his inner essence.
