XII: What She Is...?

Zayden reappeared in his room, the air around him still humming with the energy of his teleportation. He exhaled deeply, his muscles relaxing as he stripped off his black shirt and exchanged it for his night attire. He donned satin black pants and a matching satin robe that draped over his bare chest, the soft fabric whispering against his skin. He tied the robe's belt securely around his waist and reached up to loosen his hair, which had been bound for the past two days since his arrival at the Meadowbrook mansion.