Nick woke up and looked at the clock.
'5:35,' Nick thought. 'The alarm rings in ten minutes anyway.'
Nick left his bed, walked over to the clock on the wall, and clicked a button at the side.
He had learned just yesterday that the clocks in the hotel had an alarm function from one of the clerks.
This made things much easier for Nick.
After deactivating the alarm, Nick grabbed his cuffs.
But before he put them on, he looked at his wrists.
Nick saw some faded cuts on them, and he furrowed his brows.
A memory from two days ago shot through Nick's mind.
After running around with the cuffs, Nick had come home, and when he had taken the cuffs off, he had seen that they had cut into his skin.
While the four cuffs were quite expensive weapons, they were not designed to be worn for hours of running around.
Naturally, Nick's bleeding wrists hurt quite a bit, but he didn't view the pain as bad.
