I woke to movement across the room.
Doyun stood at the dresser, already dressed in practice gear, his ash-brown hair still damp from the shower.
"Morning," he said, grabbing his water bottle. "Heading to the cafeteria early. See you there."
The door clicked shut behind him before I could respond.
I dragged myself upright.
The room felt oddly quiet without Jisoo's morning theatrics or Jinwook's silent efficiency. No Yuhyun checking if I'd slept well.
Just me and the unfamiliar space of A-rank normalcy.
I grabbed fresh clothes and went through the routine—bathroom, suppressant check, quick cold rinse. The patch adhered smoothly to my shoulder blade. Pills counted. Everything is secure.
Ten minutes later, I walked the corridors toward the cafeteria. The compound felt emptier now that there are twelve fewer trainees.
I pushed through the cafeteria doors and stopped.
