Ren groaned as he walked out of the simple bathroom he found in his room.
He needed to wash off the evidence of his time with Axton.
He felt disgusted, and his skin felt prickly and uncomfortable.
He wished he could shed skin like a snake, but he wasn't one. He hated himself for being so powerless when he needed to save himself, and he hated Axton for making him feel that way.
He limped toward a small wardrobe and opened it. As expected, it was filled with the same pairs of clothes, but, this time, it wasn't brown shirts and black pants.
He found neatly folded pairs of white shirts and navy blue pants placed beside each other in the wardrobe.
Sighing, he picked a pair, at least, and he got to change his look. He was starting to feel suffocated with sewing the same colour around him.
"Ouch..." he staggered a little and held the wall for support as he tried to fix the loose pants.
