Alaric sat in the class, taking notes on Professor Aldric's lecture about resonance patterns.
But his mind was elsewhere.
The memory crystal's contents had kept him up late. Old records. Sealed investigations. Names that appeared repeatedly across different incidents spanning years.
Someone was building a database. Tracking patterns. Looking for something specific.
But what?
He needed more information.
Real information, not some speculation.
The class around him continued.
Oliver sat slumped in his place, pretending to take notes while his head kept dipping forward as if sleep were dragging him down by the chin.
Beside him, Lyria wrote with mechanical precision, shoulders twitching every time he shifted.
He turned his head slightly, taking in her rigid posture, the distant expression, and the heavy dark circles bruising her eyes, clearly sign of too many sleepless nights.
His eyes narrowed as he noticed clearly now.
