When I got out of the bathroom, a smile appeared on my face when I noticed that my black leather uniform was carefully laid on the bed.
‘Oh, Rhys! You are too kind for this world!’ I thought while making my way to get my favourite clothes.
I quickly got dressed and put on my black combat boots, then I made my way back to the bathroom, as there was the only mirror I got access to. I brushed my hair, and, as usual, I put it in a high ponytail. The only difference now was that I also decided to braid it.
I mentally gave myself a thumbs up, proud of the work I’ve done. After all the fights I’ve been through and all the conditions I’ve lived in, I can say that I look pretty great. There are no significant scars on my body, well, except for the big one from my side. Instinctively I lift my
