Day broke. The ruddy morning stole up the horizon, casting a crimson glow into Ryan’s room.
Ryan realized that it was already dawn. He put down his pen, rose, and stretched himself. Although he hadn't slept all night, he didn't feel tired at all but looked full of energy.
His desk was covered with papers. Looking at the cramped handwriting on the papers, Ryan had a sense of accomplishment. He had never done one thing so seriously in his life except for games. This time he tried to change himself, and it was a good start.
He gave his face a perfunctory washing and returned to his room. When it was almost eight, he couldn't wait and called Victor.
"Ryan? What's the matter in the early morning?" Victor's familiar voice came on the other end of the phone.
Ryan briefly told him about his
