Aleczandria woke up later than usual, the morning sunlight filtering through the window offering a gentle warmth. Despite her lingering weakness, she felt considerably better than the previous night. Descending the stairs, she brimmed with a mixture of uncertainty and hope for the day ahead, her thoughts fixated on the unfolding events and the plan she had set in motion.
Reaching the first floor, she entered the dining room to find the Alpha Prime still seated at his customary spot, engrossed in an old book. The untouched plate before him hinted at a lack of appetite. At the opposite end of the table, another set of food lay prepared. Puzzled by the absence of the others, especially after their induction the previous night, Aleczandria took a step forward.
"Good morning," she greeted, at
