The room was in a state of total silence. Kant was found sitting on his swivel chair, holding a small sharp knife in his right hand, while looking at the palm of his left hand with his vantablack eyes. On the table were an hourglass, a book, a pencil, and a small glass veil filled to the brim with a health potion, while the other was a half-empty health potion glass.
Kant took the knife and sliced the palm of his hand open yet again. There was a burning sensation as he had cut his hand with the life. He places the weapon down before applying some health potion to the self-inflicted wound. Once the potion was on top of the wound, he flipped the hourglass and stared at the wound.
He continued to stare at it till the hourglass runs out. Once it does, he shifts his attention to the hourglass, turning it around, and observing it. Once the timer on the hourglass runs out, he turns to look at the palm of his hand, where he will find the wound to have vanished.