C40 Star-fire

Silent and deathly still, not a trace of light could be seen through the room. Leaning against the soft and exquisite bed was a man who was resting with his eyes closed.

The man's head was shining, and his silver-white hair, which was like a rosette, was curled up and tied up in a bundle, then casually draped behind his shoulder.

Suddenly, as if he had been disturbed by something