The next day, 8 AM.
Colin had woken up after just five hours of sleep.
After a routine shower, which included brushing his teeth and washing his face, he slowly made his way downstairs and found a street food stall to have breakfast.
Even though he had a task coming up, he was not the same person he was a few months ago.
He wouldn't get so nervous about a mission that he couldn't eat; however, as he ate, Colin realized he was eating a bit too much...
Early in the morning, he had consumed five servings of steamed rice noodle rolls, attracting some odd looks from people at the other stalls.
One by one, they seemed surprised that someone who didn't look particularly overweight could eat so much...
'I must have been inadvertently influenced by "Hunger"; I need to control my appetite.'
Colin shook his head, took a deep breath, and suppressed the subtle desire to eat that bubbled up in his heart.
