The blue wave on the glass wall cast a cool glow across Leon's face in room 616 of the Bulwark Hall when the early morning sun stretched across the sky.
Beside his bed, a gleaming spark glittered from the silver-black war suit, hung on a metal bar frame, as if waiting to be touched.
"Good morning, Leon Storm." Gia's voice echoed from the walls of the room when Leon jolted awake and yawned.
"Morning Gia," he said while brushing the back of his palm across his eyes. "What is the synchronization percentage now?"
A clicking sound echoed while the blue waves slowly transformed into a flowing message on the glass wall.
[Synchronization level is at seventy-two percent.]
"Seventy-two percent?" Leon asked with a shocked voice and a pale face. "It should have gone higher. What am I doing?"
Leon swung himself off the bed, then rushed for a quick bath.
