Mishi POV
Surrounded by the chaos of training, it felt as though I’d stepped into a battle ring, every pair locked in fierce combat. This wasn’t the controlled, structured kind of exercise I’d known in school. No, this was something raw, almost feral. Everyone around me was throwing punches, no one holding back. Trying to block out the noise, I edged away from the frenzy, searching for a quieter area to collect myself.
Finding a spot at the edge of the training grounds, I took a moment to steady my thoughts. But as I placed my feet on the flat ground, the events of the past few days hit me all over again. It was overwhelming, everything that had happened—the shock of seeing Kyle and his father show up in my room without warning, the feeling of losing control in a place that was supposed
