My only source of light

[9]

The sun makes its presence felt in the blue sky, showing that a new day has begun. In a large, tall block of flats, where many who passed by thought it was there just for beauty, not believing that someone could live in that luxury, there actually was a well-known group of criminals.

In that block in a very dark room was the head of the gang. The dark room becomes bright due to the sun showing its presence through the very large window.

In the big bed, too big for him, there was a boy sleeping peacefully on the black sheets.

Unfortunately, the sun wants to ruin his plans, making his way in his room, the rays passing through the long wall of the window.

Feeling the rays on his face, he turned to the opposite side, trying to continue his good sleep.

After a few tries, instead of falling asleep again, he felt like waking up. Trying to avoid this result, he puts the blanket on his head, the darkness being more predominant.

However, he still fails to fall back asleep. Putting the blanket aside, his eyes still closed, he thinks a little about what to do next.

When he gives up, he decides he has nothing to do but wake up. Opening his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the white ceiling, he stays still, without moving, until he wakes up completely.

After a while, his gaze adjusted completely, rising to the bottom. He hadn't even settled down when suddenly a headache came through him.

He had never felt this way before, even when Kazutora had hit him with that metal stick. He stood still, thinking that the pain would go away if he did nothing, but in fact it was getting worse.

Raising his left hand to the corner of his head, holding it, the pain persisting. Trying to remember what had happened the night before, he thought that there will be a reason that might explain his current condition, but the more he thought, the more he remembered nothing.

Sighing, he looked around his room to find something that might give him hint of what had happened to him.

At the table next to the large window were several bottles of different types of alcohol. On the table, next to him, continuing to the left side of the bed, even in bed, many bottles of alcohol were placed.

If he didn't know better, anyone could say that there it was a bar. He looked a little amazed at the thought that he alone could consume such a large amount of alcohol, especially since he did not drink.

Somehow last night's memories pop into his head. After talking to the others and taking a shower, he changed into more comfortable clothes, waiting for Kakucho to come, and let him investigate the knife and mask he had found that day.

After a while he go downstairs to ask about Kakucho's arrival, he finds the four musketeers who were in the living room, having a competition over who can drink more.

Receiving the unpleasant answer, he decides to take some alcohol too. But he doesn't know how he got to this many bottles. At the third bottle of wine, he can't remember anything, everything becoming blurry in his mind.

Trying to remember anything else but without any success, he stops, realizing the pain still present in his head. He was sure he had put on a white T-shirt last night that was no longer present.

Looking after it, the cold morning breeze that was coming from the opened window was touching his bare chest, finally finding it under the bed, not wondering anymore how it got there.

Putting it on him, he lay back on his back, not tiring to stop the pain that would break his head in two any seconds.

Seeing that he was not getting anywhere, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom where he had washed his face.