The next day, Jareth woke up very early before the sun could rise and swiftly prepared for the test.
Admiring himself in the mirror, Jareth blinked his sharp hazel eyes and nodded in satisfaction.
His burgundy hair, already reaching his chin, was neatly slicked back with gel, flaunting his sharp and calm features.
Jareth was clad in a black, form-fitting, full-body armored suit with a matching dull design, flaunting his athletic frame.
Nodding one final time, Jareth checked his shock bracelet for his comm band and badge.
He mentally peaked into his badge, seeing water, dry rations, and his dark red sword floating in the dark space, Jareth nodded again.
He went downstairs and saw only Esta, dressed in casual clothes with her car keys in her hands.
"Morning," Jareth greeted.
"Morning. Looking sharp," she complimented before warning sternly, "And one more thing—you're no longer a kid who should trust strangers, especially during this test. You are not only going against beasts."
