Night was like a dot of ink.
Samuel Chalmers stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
The man in the mirror had slightly damp hair, with a few droplets falling from his hair, landing perfectly on his fair and firm chest.
His muscles were smooth and well-defined, strong but not over-exaggerated, with not an ounce of excess fat on his body, only a towel wrapped around his waist covering most of his long legs.
He watched his reflection, his handsome, sculpted features betraying little emotion.
After a while, he slowly turned around.
When he turned his head, one could vaguely make out through the hazy steam, a golden birthmark resembling a dragon that nearly covered his entire back.
Miss Jennings once mentioned there was a Golden Light on him.
He thought, the so-called Golden Light might be related to this birthmark on his body.