Two weeks have already passed since I landed in this world. The thought alone still feels surreal, but I try not to dwell on it too much.
The air feels heavier today, like the atmosphere itself is warning me to keep my guard up. A faint chill runs down my spine as I step off the bus. The streets aren’t nearly as crowded as they were a few days ago—less chatter, fewer footsteps, just the sound of tires hissing against wet asphalt somewhere in the distance.
When Leyk told me I’d be in his group, I refused on the spot. Strongly. Emphatically. I mean, why would I want that? Being in his group would mean spending more time around them. More run-ins. More conversations I didn’t sign up for. No, thank you.
Right now, I’m on my way to the café where Jia’s working part-time. That in itself is st
