Getting out of bed, Bologue muttered to himself. Normally, he was full of energy upon waking, eager to open the door and vent by slashing a few Demons. But today, he felt exhausted, as if heavy shackles were weighing him down, every step he took seemed burdened.
He pushed open the door, seeing the familiar living room, the familiar kitchen, the familiar sounds of shouting coming from the next room.
Everything was normal, indistinguishable from the days he had experienced before.
Bologue washed up, changed his clothes, and habitually walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Due to his fatigued spirit, Bologue was obviously disinterested in cooking this time and casually prepared something, then brought it to the living room.
Seeing the time, it was time to wake Palmer up. Bologue knocked on the door hard a few times and pushed it open, while a basement-like aura greeted him; he thought Palmer's room needed airing.
Bologue called out, "Palmer."
