[Dream of the Defier]
Everything here felt the same.
It wasn't something Grimm needed to think about. He didn't pause to analyze it or put it into words—it was just there, familiar as always. The moment he stepped further into the cadet training facility, that same stiff atmosphere settled over him again. It always did.
He walked at an unhurried pace, hands in his pockets, red hair falling loosely over his eyes. It hid where he was looking, though in truth, there wasn't much worth looking at. Not at this point at least. His gaze still drifted now and then, more out of habit than interest, taking in the long stretch of hallway ahead.
The walls were made of a dark alloy, polished smooth. They didn't shine so much as absorb the light, dulling it just enough to make the space feel dim all around. Even his footsteps barely made a sound on the floor.
Sound didn't travel here much, though that was more foolish than anything.
