The cafeteria was too full.
Jin knew it was strange to think that. They'd barely been here a day. But after everything that had happened, it felt unnatural to have so many voices filling the space.
They had barely settled in before being thrown into hell. They survived. They came back stronger. And now, for the first time, the school actually felt like a base.
Jin set his staff against the table and rolled his shoulders. Exhaustion was creeping in, but rest wasn't an option yet.
The recruits moved cautiously, claiming spots at the long cafeteria tables. Some sat stiff and uncertain, still processing that they were here. Others—like Haneul, gripping Jin's old staff—hovered near the edges, watching.
Jin scanned the room, reading the tension in their postures. They weren't used to this yet.
Then again—neither were they.
Seul sat on the edge of a table, arms crossed. "We should start the debrief."
