The accommodation wing was quiet when Leo reached it, suggesting everyone was either in a tactical meeting or had already headed home after an early session.
He reached his door after moving through the familiar corridor, slid the keycard, and stepped inside.
Nothing had moved since he left.
The room was still tidy, still organised in the way he preferred it.
He rolled his suitcase into the corner by the wardrobe and dropped his backpack onto the bed before letting himself fall right beside it.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and for a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
He checked his phone and saw that it was a little past five.
He muttered something about resting for a few minutes, then let his eyes drift shut, but the few minutes turned into a couple of hours.
The knock on the door jolted him awake.
He blinked into the dim room, confused, then pushed himself upright and glanced toward the window.
Outside, the sky had already sunk into darkness.
