The morning sun rose quickly as if more excited than you-know-who.
Syril pushed himself off the protesting bed, stretching and groaning loudly as he felt a subtle pain in his back.
He spent most of the night, his sleeping time, packing and arranging essentials in his luggages, hence the pain.
He bent to pick his phone from the bed when a sudden thick voice startled him.
"Good morning, Sunshine."
Syril tripped on his limbs and came crashing on his bed, groaning again as his shin struck the bed's wooden frame.
"What the fuck, Raja?! For God's sake, I'm just waking up!"
"Pfft! What a weakling. Frightened by a voice in your own head. Is this the same person the system chose? Gosh, I'm worried the system made a big mistake."
"Shut the fuck up! If you say that one more time, I swear…"
