Chapter 10

Staring at the ceiling. Light enters the room from a small square window inside a small cramped room. An armour stand placed in front the bed, a small table to the right just below the window, a small space for movement on the left. And a one way wooden door further to the left end of the room.

Yawning as the bits of sunlight shone open his face climbing from his soft white pillow, Lyon had woken up from his slumber. He sat down and started combing his hair with his hand before drinking a glass of water placed on the table beside him. 

He stood up on the small space to the left and stared at the gray wall that was in front of him. He started tilting his head side to side counting to eighteen before shifting to his arms, then legs. It was his morning routine of stretching to start the day, before fixing the whi