The last few days had been a complete disaster.
First, there was the whole chip drama with Han completely pure hell. Then he dragged me into one of those long, cryptic strategy meetings where they plotted how to take down Wayne like it was some mafia war table. And as if that stress wasn't enough, every time I dragged my half-dead body home, Elvin and Jisoo would be there waiting and tag-teaming me with taunts like it was their full-time job.
And then, just when I thought I could finally sleep? Azazel would kick open my door like a demon and toss boxing gloves in my face. "Time for training, shrimp!" Like bro, it's 2 a.m. Can I just die in peace?
Anyway, after all that, I found myself in Han's office, dead-eyed and clinging to my last thread of sanity. He was in the next room, finishing a hushed conversation with Azazel, so I sat there quietly... playing with his coffee mug.
Big mistake.
Han walked in, cleared his throat, and his eyes zeroed in on the mug in my hand.
