The sun was hidden behind the stormy clouds. Even if it was already afternoon, the chilly darkness did not recede.
Ren was sitting on the couch in his room. There, in front of him, was his father, who was busy looking at his new design.
He straightened his back when he saw a slight frown on Griffin's forehead. The older male touched the holographic design, rotating it at different angles to observe clearly.
Ren was awakened at four in the morning by Terim's death grip. He, affected by a poisonous disease called inspiration, went back to his work after having a cup of coffee.
He even ate breakfast in haste and rushed back to his room. Terim was also in the same room, yet Ren had no idea what this young master was busy with. His whole focus was on his model.
If it had not been for Griffin knocking at his door to invite them for lunch, he would still be completing his work. However, now, his half-assed model was being judged by his father.
