Time/Date: TC1853.01.23 — Afternoon
Location: Wang Residence, Sixth Ring
The Wang residence wrapped around them like a sanctuary against the chaos outside—modest walls that had witnessed decades of quiet living, furniture worn smooth by years of use, the lingering scent of herbs and home-cooked meals that spoke of comfort earned through hard work. Raven sat at the small dining table, a cup of Grandma Wang's restorative tea warming her hands, feeling the exhaustion from the guardian confrontation finally beginning to lift.
Grandpa Coop stood near the window, his weathered frame silhouetted against the afternoon light that filtered through simple curtains. His cybernetic eyes carried that distinctive blue glow as he scanned the street outside—old military habits never quite dying, even after a century and a half of civilian life. The canvas pack he'd brought with him sat on the table, unopened.
