230 False Persona: Face Mask

6:00 AM, Jyorta exited the restroom, having emptied his bowels, taken a bath, and had brushed his teeth. He wore a pair of casuals, the fabric cotton, similar to pyjamas. It was grey, sporting discrete lines of white that ran around the body lines.

Arriving in his room, Jyorta sat cross-legged on his bed, taking in the view of his blue soul. His surroundings turned dark but, he could still make out his surroundings. He estimated the radius of his vision, making an approximate guess.

It was around 4 metres, a sizeable distance. If it increased any more, then he would be able to detect the souls of the students present in rooms adjacent to his. Even now, he could feel faint murkiness, like smoke from an incense stick floating around in his vision.