As the sun rose, Bahadir felt its weakening touch on his skin : That familiar sting at first, as if it was going to burn him, but then the faint feeling of strength sinking away from him. He had been writing the entire night, but now it was time to seek shelter from the sun. Despite his ability to withstand it, he did not like the fact that he was weakened under it, closing the book and taking quick steps toward the main building.<br/><br/>"Maybe I'll meet another cheery werewolf today, whose relatives I killed..." he said to himself in a murmur.