The first thing I saw when I woke up was the ceiling fan. Still crooked. Still making that little click every third turn. I stared at it long enough for my brain to remember what day it was, and immediately wished it hadn't.
S-rank day.
Two weeks ago, I was a broke F-rank with a bad apartment, worse luck, and a dating record that looked like a deleted file.Now? The Guildmaster knew my name. Selene called me menace like it was a title. And apparently, I was on the guest list for an S-rank gate run.
Progress. Or a suicide note in installments.
I rolled out of bed, stepped on a knife sheath, and swore. The system blinked a cheery message across my vision like it didn't understand tone:
[Daily Reminder: Mission Briefing — 08:00 | Guild HQ, East Hub]
[Note: Storyline Progression Event]
"Of course," I muttered. "Can't miss story time. Wouldn't want to break canon."
