Saturday. It was a fine day, with no bad weather on the horizon. Daemon woke up with the same mood as the sky, the latter's clarity giving a certain energetic vibe to the world.
The first thing he did was drink some water, eat some fruits along with milk, before going to the gym he had inside his penthouse. Despite being the only one living in the spacious and expensive place, the bright but soft design made it not have the desolate feel one would expect, especially with the light from outside adding some warmth.
After working his muscles, he went to the combat side, with sandbags and dummies. Soon, the only sound in the room, apart from the soft background music, was the one of his flesh seeking to kill the inanimate objects, or break trying. And despite all of that, he seemed to still have more energy in reserve to push himself further.
