A dev pulled up a slowed-down clip of the moment Xavier was running alone through the collapsing tunnel. The whole panel applauded like they were reviewing a stunt scene from a movie.
"He was sliding under falling debris like it was choreographed—"
"His pathing was too clean—"
"I swear he ran through a fire pillar and didn't flinch. Does he do this everyday?"
"Someone check if he's even human—"
Xavier shook his head, leaning back on the couch. Watching them try to justify the disaster they created was more entertaining than the event itself.
Then his phone buzzed.
A holo-call request.
Angel.
He accepted it.
Her projection blinked to life in front of him, sitting cross-legged on her bed at the Midnight Club's private room, hair messy in that effortless way that somehow always suited her. She was eating something—probably noodles—straight from the container, eyes fixed on him with a look that said she'd been waiting for this call.
