Athan was back in his private chamber at the Hall of Debauchery, and with how tidy and clean it looked bore great contrast to the last time he saw everything in the room. Every nook and cranny were devoid of filthy items, cluttered objects, and obscene bodies almost filled to the brim.
As much as he indulged with this kind of habit, he never denied the allure of cleanliness and the serenity provided with the room.
'Damn this curse…'
So many things have happened for the past few weeks that he had to sit on the couch, positioned slightly to the window overlooking the lush-green carpeted lands and arid blue sky that melted into one horizontal line.
'I can't rest just yet—' Then a loud groan escaped his lips with the amount of burden he carried the whole time and the frustration that built up non-stop. Withal, he ruffled his already disheveled hair and glared at the bright sun ahead of him.
