The night in Group B6 was eerily quiet. The corridor was dimly lit, and Bruce dragged the bag containing the body down the long hallway, his footsteps sounding unusually loud in the silence. He had assumed Diana had already left with the thirteen, but to his surprise, the light in the team leader's office was still on, as if intentionally waiting for him.
He stopped in his tracks and glanced curiously at the office.
On the sofa, Thirteen lay on his back, as if enjoying the luxury of a suite, his mouth slightly open, snoring softly, his teeth occasionally making a creaking sound, which was amusing. By the window, Diana stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the horizon beyond the glass, as if weighed down by some heavy burden.
“You're back?” She didn't turn around, but her voice cut through
