A window frame made of oak, with a hazy, translucent frosted glass inset.
It seems the window wasn't fully closed to let in the breeze, leaving a slight gap through which the cold winter wind sneaked into the warm room.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the glass from outside, shining on the velvet quilt embroidered with a wolf's head.
In the corner of the room, the crackling of burning wood echoed from the fireplace, the warmth from the fire dispelling the chill coming through the window.
Kane, groggy, felt the sunlight on his face, trying hard to open his eyelids, but they wouldn't obey.
Forget it, after all, it's his own body, so let it be.
Oh right, there's still a demon to slay today!
No wait, the dungeon was cleared yesterday.
Upon realizing this, a sense of relief washed over him, and he extended a leg from under the quilt to feel the cold outside.
