I woke up before the alarm could scream, the low hum of the city outside Sector 47 already in my ears as I pushed myself out of bed, the band Alexis gave me snapping lightly against my wrist when I rolled my shoulders.
A reminder.
The morning was dull, the clouds resembling sheets of icy ash spread across the sky as I stepped into the corridor. Sienna's vacant cup rested on the kitchen counter, a tea bag bobbing in the chilled water. Evelyn had put up a note on the fridge, reminding everyone to buy groceries. I walked past them, the sound of the ventilation system syncing with the beat in my mind as I fastened my coat and secured my boots.
Today was the day we hunted him.
The man with no name.
