Lucius jolted awake the next morning to the sudden blaring of his alarm clock.
Frowning, he reached to turn it off, but as soon as he did, it started ringing again.
Over and over, the cycle continued.
"Damn it! Is this thing broken? I don't even remember setting an alarm!" he muttered, frustrated.
On his sixth attempt, the alarm finally stopped.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to freshen up and was about to leave his room when he paused.
It was a new day, which meant his dad was alive again, but the thought of going through the motions, only for his father to die all over again, made him hesitate.
'Who knows, this time he might get murdered,' he thought bitterly.
Sighing, Lucius sat back down on his bed, his eyes landing on the alarm clock.
It read 8:24 AM. The alarm had gone off from 6:00 to 6:06.
'Why is everything filled with sixes?'
