The morning sun is almost blinding to the violet-eyed teenager. His vision was still partially blurred, his ears still painfully rang every now and then, and his body groaned with each step. The day before was chaotic, his life was threatened, and perhaps dozens died. However, during the event Mazo felt nothing but sheer and utter apathy for the burning, dying civilians on the streets. During combat, it seemed as if that didn't matter. After all, Mazo prioritizes his own life over theirs and he was preoccupied with that woman. What did she call herself again, what was it...? Ki, that was it. The teenager recalled his body urging him to slaughter her, his very soul felt as if it were ablaze with flames of rage.

Mazo no longer felt such sensations, rather he was much too busy hurting.

The teenager had awoken to a battered and bruised body, several small fragments of metal and glass had been embedded into his flesh. Hate waking up to an alarm-clock? Imagine waking up to an alarm-clock and rolling over only to find a piece of glass lodged in your side, that is what the teenager had dealt with. Mazo had even sewn his own wounds. Though he was positive the nurse had dealt with similar injuries (not that the wounds were life-threatening), Mazo didn't want to let anyone in on what he had done last night. His original purpose for being out, after all, was to kidnap someone. That's definitely not the type of thing you let people know about willingly, at least not people of authority.

Miraculously, the teenager had pulled himself out of his room and into the hot springs. He figured what he needed was a good, soothing soak. His body ached and groaned with each movement as he made his way towards the springs but ultimately it was worth it. As he lowered himself into the warm, soothing water it seemed to relieve the pains of his bruised and aching body. Of course, it still hurt but it made it well not suck as bad. Mazo had survived several explosions and of course he was in pain, so it was obvious he wanted to mitigate as much of his physical pain as possible.

Needless to say, Mazo enjoyed the springs, as did he enjoy the warmth of the mid-day sun. The sun's rays shone down towards him, though they were scattered by the spring's warm steam. Mazo leans back, and as he does so the water of gentle ripples. Beneath his soaked ebony-hair, Mazo's eyelids slowly close.