Elize stopped following the expected rhythm the next morning.
Not dramatically.
Not in a way anyone would immediately notice.
It began with something small.
She didn’t take her usual route through the corridor.
She didn’t pause at the stairwell where Enzo typically appeared.
She didn’t wait for the subtle confirmation cues the house had trained her into recognizing.
She simply moved.
And that was enough.
Because systems like this didn’t need rebellion to destabilize.
They only needed deviation.
By the time she reached the main hall, she could feel it.
The shift had already begun.
Not visible—but active.
People recalculated her trajectory as she passed. Conversations adjusted mid-sentence. Movements subtly corrected themselves around her presence.
The house was reprocessing h
