His eyes began to open, the deep blue of his irises that had once been glowing and bright had faded to a dark blue and just as deep, his pupils were dilated from the pain and darkness of the room he was in. Black strands of hair fell over his shoulders and back, reaching his slender waist as he rose to a sitting position, the slight tilt of his head forward causing the soft strands to hide part of his thin and handsome features. A thin, tall figure now sat in the closed room, his height was about 3 meters, barely fitting into the bed he was sitting on. Despite the situation he was as calm and collected as ever, his face was impassive and emotionless, not showing the tension he felt. He sat up a little straighter, his black suit and white shirt sat perfectly on his body, emphasizing his figure and was ironed, even after he lay unconscious. His thin and long, inhuman fingers clutched the sheets, sharp long nails almost pierced the fabric, while he looked around the unknown room, trying to use his powers he froze, his cold, relaxed eyes widened, long eyelashes slightly fluttered, but his face was still unchanged, he could not use his powers fully, Something blocked them, only black long vectors appeared behind his back, developing ready to defend himself or simply expressing his inner tension. His room was divided into two parts by a large glass wall, the room looked like a hospital ward or a place for research.