Kyrie didn't sleep. He couldn't.
The room was comfortable enough. The bed is soft. The ambience was soothing enough, but every time he closed his eyes the feeling returned, flashing across his senses.
The feeling of being watched. The feeling of danger arising in the next blink.
Kyrie had no choice but to stay awake. Sitting close to the window where he observed the clouds drift by, even as the airship cut through the skies.
All the while he waited, the feeling still persisted .Whoever was watching,was patient but so was Kyrie.
He wasn't letting his guard down even for a second even as the morning slowly drifted into noon.
At mid-day Kyrie could be seen testing out the suits that were delivered and he finally set his mind on one.
He picked out the charcoal black piece and dressed carefully, leaving the tie slightly loose.
He opened the collar just enough to appear casual rather than formal.
He had the scarf hanging on his shoulders and pendant just underneath his shirt.
