A new morning, a new journey...or at least, that was what Luke would have said if he hadn't woken up nearly in the afternoon.
The moment he pushed aside the curtain, the sunlight almost blinded him.
It was especially hot today, and considering Monica was no longer in bed, he could only conclude that it was already quite late. After all, just like him, she had slept late as well.
Scratching his stomach, Luke let out a loud yawn while mentally preparing himself for the day ahead.
Something important awaited him today. However, he wasn't particularly excited about it yet. Perhaps he would grow eager once he saw the possible rewards, but for now, the dungeon simply felt like labor he had to endure in order to become stronger.
Running a hand through his messy hair, he turned and left the room.
Outside, silence greeted him.
No one was talking, nor could he smell the usual fragrance of food drifting through the house.
