Upon getting into his room, Ambrose let out a heavy breath. He shut the door behind, killing off the sound of laughing from Orion and Devon as the latter played another game with the kid.
[NOTICE: Continuous proximity of host and Devon around the anomaly is already showing signs of keeping his energy stable.]
[Keep this up and you might not need to tell Devon who he is.]
The bedroom was an extremely modern space. Far better than what he had back in his past life.
A big king-sized bed sat at the other end, with an open window right above it. The sheets were still undone—he hadn't really bothered himself with any chores before rushing out for the raid.
Soft golden and white light glowed from small crystal bulbs etched around the walls. The room itself was painted white.
In its totality, it was a space he saw himself sleeping in over and over again after the hell he's been through today.
