Leo’s POV
The next morning came with the sound of heavy footsteps and the scrape of metal on metal. I bolted upright, my heart pounding as the door to my room swung open. The same man from before stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. Behind him, another man followed, dragging a small table with straps and strange tools I didn’t recognize.
“Get up,” the first man ordered, his voice firm but not loud. It wasn’t a request—it was a command.
I hesitated, my body stiff and sore from the day before. “What’s happening?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“You’re starting your training,” he replied simply, as if that explained everything.
My chest tightened with fear and confusion. “Training for what?”
“You’ll see.” He motioned for me to get out of bed, and when I didn’t
