The next day, Sheva stepped into the venue with a deep bag under his eyes. His shoulder slumped a few inches, and while he tried his best to hide it, exhaustion clearly reflected on his face, as if he had just spent a night without sleeping.
Well, that was definitely closer to reality than anyone had ever thought.
Last night, Sheva's mind was drifted by his own research that he didn't really notice he stayed awake until 2 in the morning. Even though in the end, he was still able to sleep for 7 hours—yeah, he woke up at 9. His mom would beat his ass if she knew that—this was enough to mess his biological clock, and now, he was like a night owl that was forced to come out in broad daylight.
However, even with him being dead tired, the boy's spirit was at its peak right now. His research bore a good result, as he found several ways to deal with Vincent Keymer.
