The gentle daylight pierced through the dense water mist, falling into the gap in the curtains and slightly illuminating the dim room.
Lorenzo only felt a warmth on his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes, seemingly still not fully awake. He hesitated for a moment, then let out a big yawn, stretched his curled-up body, and climbed out of the wardrobe.
His gaze carried a hint of drowsiness, and opposite him was the familiar bed, along with the ceiling covered in posters.
On the bed, there was a vague human shape, as if someone was sleeping in Lorenzo's bed, but in reality, nothing was there. It was a deliberate shape made by Lorenzo.
The new Order's actions against him ultimately ended in failure, but Lorenzo believed they wouldn't give up so easily. Even though everything had become clear, this time Lorenzo stood openly in front of everyone.
He was dangerous, extremely dangerous.
