As Asher ate his breakfast, the scene outside the window gradually shifted. The frantic spectacle of instructors chasing candidates began to fade, and soon there was little left to watch. No more students scurried through the streets in panic, no instructors dragged out trembling figures from hidden corners. The stage that had amused him so greatly was at last empty.
"It seems the show has come to an end," Asher murmured under his breath, his voice quiet yet tinged with amusement.
'How many minutes remain on the alarm?' he asked the system in his mind.
[Forty minutes, Host]
Asher exhaled softly, setting the empty plate on the floor without much thought. With his entertainment gone, he remained seated by the window, purple eyes scanning the world outside with idle detachment. He had little to do but wait, and waiting was an art he had been forced to perfect.
