Chapter 108
The room was small and plain.
One bed. One table. Two chairs that had seen better years. A single window that looked down onto a narrow side street still damp from the morning fog. Logan stood with his back to the door, watching the other three while the system's latest updates sat quiet at the edge of his thoughts.
Liora remained near the window. She had not sat down. The silver hair fell straight down her back, still carrying the faint scent of dust from the housing block. Her blue eyes moved between Logan, Ethan, and Luna without settling for long.
Ethan had cleaned the cut on his shoulder with a basic medical strip from the system store. The bleeding had stopped. The anger under his expression had not.
Luna leaned against the wall closest to the door, concealment ability resting at a low ready state. She watched Liora more than the others.
Logan spoke first.
