After Kairos had exited the room, the two figures who had pretended to sleep slowly opened their eyes. They rose from their beds in near unison, their breathing steady—both of them had been silently waiting for the right moment. They hadn't wanted to engage Kairos in any conversations about their personal missions or destinations. Not yet. Not with him around.
Carlos moved first, adjusting the dark face cap over his head, pulling it low enough to partially conceal his features. Behind him, Darnell followed suit, donning a green face cap. The choice of color was subtle, but intentional—he just preferred the colour green over black.
Without a word, the two of them exited the academy building and made their way through the busy streets toward the heart of the market district. Vendors barked prices, children laughed and ran between stalls, and the smell of freshly cooked food drifted through the air. It was a bustling morning, the kind that made it easy to blend into the background.
