-Hiss.
Nico stood under the high-pressure spray of the shower overhead, scrubbing away the blood covering his face.
Even the bathroom was a testament to the estate's blend of cultures, with a heavy claw-foot tub in the corner and intricate brass fixtures that looked as if they belonged in a Victorian manor, yet it was fully functional, with a modern showerhead and proper plumbing.
But just like the hall downstairs, there were no hidden shimmers here.
Just grey tiles and grey water.
He still had Eyes of Relevance active.
And the strain that came with it was there as well, but the Ice Reinforcement circulating through his head turned the crippling cognitive load into a manageable background noise
[System, are you sure I should keep this running?] Nico asked as he turned the water off and shook his wet hair.
-Ding!
