Leo pushed open the door to Villa 4 well past midnight. The common area lay dark and still. A single low lantern burned on the counter. The moment he crossed the threshold, the new cognitive sense unfolded like a quiet, layered map in his mind.
It began on the ground floor. The faint creak of settling wood. Lingering warmth from the kitchen. The slow breathing of a student who had dozed off on one of the couches. Then it rose.
Second floor. Six suites. Four carried the heavier, arrogant mana signatures of the Purists. The remaining two: one felt sharper, more tactical. Gray Circle member. The other empty. The floor was mostly quiet, but a low tension hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear.
