Daemon left the rented apartment dressed in a sharp suit over a white shirt with no tie, leaving himself in-between the serious and the casual elite. His hair had been cut short like before his retreat, but it remained wild, rebellious as always, with strands of it dancing on his forehead.
He was like a new man, different from the uncertain husk from months ago. His steps were firm, his back straight, and his eyes, they were the most different. They felt like they had lost the layer of dust that had been hiding their depth, with a purpose to them.
As he left the apartment building, he was not surprised by the dark beast making heads turn stationed in front. It was not quite a SUV, giving more a feeling of a battle vehicle in terms of temperament, despite the feeling of sleek beauty married to the one of power.
