I woke rested.
Suppressants stabilized. Scent patch secure. Body somewhat functional.
Nothing catastrophic happened after dinner—just exhaustion pulling me into sleep the moment I returned to Room 102.
Now I stood outside Training Room 1 at eight-fifty, watching the others arrive.
Yuhyun appeared first, carrying two water bottles. Handed me one without comment.
Seungho arrived next, followed by Jaehyuk yawning aggressively.
Sunwoo shuffled in looking half-asleep.
Woobin entered precisely at eight-fifty-five, followed immediately by Harin and Sejin.
We exchanged tired nods.
Expected Trainer Song.
Expected vocal drills.
Expected another round of merciless dissection.
Instead, when we pushed open the door—
Trainer Song wasn't there.
Coach Miyeon was.
She stood in the center of the rehearsal room, tablet in hand, surveying the space like a general inspecting a battlefield.
The floor was already marked.
