Not knowing what to do, he tore his white t-shirt, which was now soaked in blood and made himself a poor quality bandage. The wound was not deep, but it still hurt like hell.
"Better go to sleep for tomorrow's wedding of the Princess of this country(Blue Valley of Life Empire) and the Prince of Fire Stone Empire". Before he goes to his bed to sleep, the sound of *clank* was heard from the back alley of his house.
'why is it smelling like lavenders in my apartment? Did I leave the door or a window open? Its summer! Why am I not feeling hot? Did someone break in?!'