Blake stared at the ceiling.
Then at the wall.
Then back at the bracelet.
"…Yeah. No."
He leaned back further into his chair, letting his head fall against the cushion with a dull thud. The room felt smaller than usual, like the walls had quietly shifted closer while he wasn't looking.
Seven days.
And a target that was, quite literally, a corporate tower.
"…This is ridiculous."
He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply.
The SSRT tower wasn't some hidden underground lab or abandoned facility tucked away in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't secretive. It wasn't isolated. It was right there. Public. Visible. Functioning like a normal building.
Which somehow made this worse.
Because that meant security.
Surveillance.
People.
A lot of people.
Blake sat up again, grabbing the bracelet and turning it over in his hands. The warped sun shape glinted faintly under the light, the empty slot at its center almost mocking him.
