Sunday passed in rare peace.
From morning till night, PK remained at Law Manor with his three birds. Breakfast was unhurried, lunch was warm with laughter, and dinner carried a quiet intimacy that needed no words. For a brief moment, the weight of the world loosened its grip.
When evening arrived, PK prepared to leave.
Lana and Luna immediately protested, clinging to him.
"Stay here," they insisted. "Why go back to the dorm?"
PK smiled faintly and shook his head.
"Not yet," he said calmly. "Give it some time. Soon, we'll stay together properly."
They didn't like it—but they understood.
PK's mind was already elsewhere.
He returned to the college dorm and met Max, Sam, and Rich. The conversation was light—jokes, complaints about classes, meaningless chatter. None of them noticed the storm forming behind PK's composed expression. By nightfall, the room fell silent as they drifted into sleep.
Monday arrived like any other day.
PK walked toward the campus, where Lana and Luna were already waiting for him. The moment they saw him, their faces lit up.
"We missed you so much," they said in unison, holding onto his arms as they walked together.
PK could feel it immediately.
The stares.
Jealous. Curious. Hostile. Confused.
Two of the most admired girls on campus walking openly with him—it stirred envy like fire under dry leaves. PK ignored it all and continued calmly, as if the world around him didn't exist.
Class began.
Halfway through the lecture, PK's phone vibrated.
One call.
Then another.
His expression didn't change, but his eyes sharpened.
At the same moment, a staff member entered the classroom and whispered something to the professor. The professor glanced toward PK, surprised.
"PK," he said carefully, "the Dean wants to see you. Immediately."
PK stood up.
As he stepped outside, he noticed the caller ID still glowing on his phone.
Army Base Head.
Interesting timing.
He walked to the administrative building, his steps steady, his thoughts unreadable.
The door to the Dean's office opened.
PK froze—only for a fraction of a second.
Inside the room stood the Dean… and seated calmly beside him, dressed in formal military attire, was the Head of the Army Base.
The Dean looked up at PK, then at the man beside him, then back at PK again.
Confusion flickered across his face.
"This is the student?" the Dean asked hesitantly.
The Army Head nodded.
"Yes," he replied evenly. "Captain PK. Tiger Squad."
The room fell silent.
The Dean's face drained of color.
"C-Captain?" he stammered. "As in… the military?"
PK stood calmly, hands relaxed, eyes steady.
The Dean swallowed hard, suddenly aware that the student standing before him was no longer just a student at all.
Two identities.
One body.
And neither fully revealed yet.
The game had just shifted.