"When Swiss Precision Meets Cat Instincts: The Ultimate Combo"
That night, after parting ways with Rindo, I headed to the First Training Hall.
And fled the training room before I could be annihilated.
"Return of the Resident Cat"
Back in the boys' dorm, I collapsed onto my bed, my body feeling like it was made of lead. The conversation with that containment agent had weighed on me more than I realized.
"Ahhh…"
Staring up at the ceiling, I reached for my phone and checked the time—past 9 p.m.
I sat up, grabbed my mug from the desk, and headed to the kitchen to wash it out. I brewed some hot tea, loading it with milk and sugar.
That Foundation agent clearly wanted me to admit I had a skill tree.
In the end, I managed to dodge the issue—for tonight, at least. My strategy? Make it very clear that I didn't trust him. Simple and effective.
He had that "creepy guy smirk" when I called him suspicious, so my logic felt justified.
