Tap. Tap. Tap—
The sound of shoes echoed softly in the dim hallway.
It was still early— sunlight hadn't even stretched its fingers fully over the horizon yet. The morning mist clung low to the ground, and the faint scent of dew lingered in the air.
Inside the Silver Place where Kaiser and the others are, in one of the tables with benches around, there's a lamp already lit.
Kaiser sat in the middle of the long bench, his arms relaxed, gaze locked forward.
To his left sat Viktor, leaning back on the bench rest with both feet up on the table like he owned the place. He was twirling a stick with two fingers.
To his right was Edmar, eyes narrowed in thought, or maybe because he's a bit sleepy still.
Leo slouched in a bench closer to the edge, barely keeping his eyes open.
Niko was still rubbing sleep off his face, his hair still a mess, dressed casually.
And Yuwa? He's drinking a pure black coffee from a wooden cup.
All of them just ate their breakfast.
"..."
