The east gate had always marked a boundary, but this morning it felt like something heavier, something that carried intention rather than simple direction. The broken fencing and cracked concrete stretched out beneath pale morning light, but the space itself felt charged, like both sides of it had already decided something without speaking it aloud.
Snow Team gathered without needing to be told twice.
Victor stood at the front, his posture composed, his presence anchoring the rest of them even before he spoke. His gaze moved across each of them once, not lingering, not questioning, simply confirming what was already understood. There was no hesitation left in the room. Whatever had shifted the night before had settled into something that no longer needed discussion.
"Move."
The word carried easily, the change followed immediately.
