Silas stood in his room, staring at the hanger in front of him.
He was wrapped in a towel from the waist down.
The room's design was simple but elegant.
A single bed rested against the wall at the far end of the room, with a window on the wall above it.
Another door led to the bathroom.
Clouds drifted through the sky, passing the window slowly.
"Why do I have to wear a suit?" Silas wondered as he stared at the suit placed on the hanger before him.
He walked closer, scanning it with scrutiny.
It was a deep matte black suit.
From the shirt, to the blazer, to the trousers.
Everything was black.
"How do you even know my size?" Silas asked, looking away from the suit toward the two people standing beside the entrance door.
It was Asher and the butler who had shown Silas and the others to their rooms.
The butler smiled at Silas's question.
