Monday of the fourth week…
Click.
A soft mechanical sound echoed from the door of Room No. 1120 as it slowly opened, a faint stream of steam escaping from the gap beneath it and spreading across the floor before quickly disappearing into the cold air.
Ezra stepped out of the seclusion room.
He stretched one arm first, then the other, rolling his shoulders slightly after remaining inside for so long.
Compared to the clothes he usually wore for training, Ezra had changed into something far more casual. He wore a navy-blue, long-sleeved cotton shirt tucked neatly into a pair of simple black trousers, with black leather shoes on his feet. The white heat-regulating bandages wrapped neatly around his hands, standing out clearly against the navy-blue color of his clothes.
As he approached the reception desk, Ezra held out his hands while submitting his pass and signing off scanning his student ID card.
The white bandages around his fingers were impossible to miss.
"Thank you."
