Mistake.

(Note: This book is currently undergoing some serious editing. I apologize for any inconvenience.)

Silas stepped into the small bathroom, the sound of water running from the showerhead filling the tiled space. Steam quickly engulfed the room, and he welcomed the soothing warmth as he stepped under the stream. The water cascaded over his tense muscles, washing away the grime from his morning exercises and the lingering unease of the previous night.

Once he finished his shower, Silas dried off and dressed in his usual workout attire—a black T-shirt and gray joggers. Standing in the middle of his room, he stretched his arms over his head, feeling the pull in his muscles. He glanced at the clock on his desk. He had time before breakfast, and he wouldn't let the day start without completing his routine.