The dormitory room was small but functional, a bed, a desk, a bathroom that probably hadn't been cleaned in weeks judging by the weird smell.
Rin collapsed onto the bed fully clothed, his shoulder still throbbing from the tracker implant, his body exhausted from the day's fights, his mind refusing to shut down despite how much he needed sleep.
His phone buzzed.
Joy: you alive?
Rin: barely
Joy: what did ashford want?
He stared at the message, trying to figure out how much to tell her, whether she was genuinely concerned or reporting back to her senator father.
'Fuck it, I'm too tired to play spy games.'
Rin: they put a tracker in my shoulder. want to make sure i dont go rogue and kill people
Joy: WHAT
Joy: they cant just do that without consent
Joy: thats literally illegal
Rin: apparently not when youre classified as an anomalous entity
Joy: this is bullshit
Joy: im coming over
Rin: its fine. just need sleep
Joy: rin im serious. where are you?
