Zeno woke up from his alarm and sat up in bed. He was still trying to get used to the new room, it was too lavish to get used to.
He brought his legs down by the side of the bed, placing his elbows on his knees and palming his face. He sighed heavily, he didn't know what awaited him that day, but he just hoped it would be something he could handle.
He walked into his bathroom, brushed, used the toilet, and showered.
After cleaning his wound and gazing at it, he pulled over a black body-hug shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. He couldn't see himself wearing any other thing that wasn't dark or any of the full colors. He always felt funny wearing bright colors.
He was up early so he wasn't in a rush to do anything. He slowly walked around his room, gathering his stuff and putting it into his portable black backpack.