The gentle hum of the refrigerator units was the only sound keeping Kaidren company now. He remained slouched in the familiar pale green chair, body half-draped across it with a lazy elegance, thumbing idly through an endless stream of short videos on Zbook. The screen lit up his face in a soft, flickering blue, catching the muted, near-unblinking expression he always wore. Yet even in his detached state, his focus subtly shifted when his eyes drifted to the top right of the screen.
1:01 AM.
He stared at it a second longer than needed.
"Shift's done," he muttered flatly, thumb pausing mid-scroll.
