The week passed smoother than Blake had expected.
Suspiciously smooth.
No sudden disasters. No strange interruptions. Even the system stayed relatively quiet, only nudging him when necessary. One by one, he completed the other missions, small tasks that felt almost meaningless on the surface, yet somehow exhausting in their precision.
And now…
[ Favorability: -1 ]
Blake stared at the number with a small frown.
'…You've got to be kidding me.'
He clicked his tongue internally.
'As always, this bastard is impossible to please.'
After everything he'd done for yet another week, that number had barely moved.
It was still negative.
He was still meaningless.
They sat next to each other on the bus, the low hum of the engine filling the silence between them. The late afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting soft reflections that shifted with every turn.
Blake leaned slightly back in his seat, stealing a glance at Myles.
