The atmosphere in the emergency meeting room was calm, accompanied only by the soft hum of damaged monitors and the occasional electric crackle. In the middle of the room—abandoned by the military leaders—Sofia and her team gathered, forming a semicircle in front of a large city map pinned to the wall.
In the corner, Sylvia sat silently on a worn-out couch. Her back rested calmly, one leg crossed over the other. Her eyes were half-closed, yet her focus locked on one point: Sofia's face.
The girl stood in the center, pointing to various areas on the map as she issued orders to her teammates.
"We can use this base."
"The food stock here is intact, we just need to guard it."
"This room will be our central command."
Her voice was calm, firm, and full of confidence.
So... cool.
Inside Sylvia's heart, waves of thoughts flowed rapidly. She might have looked quiet and emotionless from the outside, but inside her mind—
