The first light of dawn had not yet crested the horizon. The sky outside remained painted in a deep, heavy blue. Yet, inside the luxurious bedroom of the mansion, the dim light of the chandelier was already switched on.
Seventeen-year-old Zen opened his eyes, already fully awake. The tall figure in silk pajamas stretched and rose from the large bed.
His bare feet padded silently across the floor, stopping in front of a mother-of-pearl-inlaid golden teakwood desk.
He didn't reach for a textbook to study. Instead, he reached down to open the bottom drawer. A secret compartment secured by a six-digit digital lock.
Click.
The drawer slid open slowly, revealing a hidden collection meticulously organized inside.
These weren't amulets or expensive valuables. It was a collection.
> A plastic ballpoint pen, its ink had dried up. (Dropped by Ren under a desk during an exam).
> A plastic uniform button. (Torn off when Ren slammed into a basketball backboard).
