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The next day, Ken woke up feeling refreshed. Mika's sleep protocol, paired with his fatigue management had worked its magic. 7 hours sleep was more than enough for his mind and body to recover from the tension of the past couple of days.
Since it was 5am, Ken was ready for his morning workout. He stretched and headed towards the front door, turning the light switch on.
Instantly, Steve who was on the other bed, let out a groan of displeasure. With deft movements, he covered his face with the pillow, blocking out the light.
Ken's expression turned sharp, his inner drill instructor coming to the surface. He walked over casually and ripped the sheets off the guys bed. Yet it had no effect as Steve rolled over, trying to go back to sleep.
"So you have chosen death…"