Adrian woke before the sun rose fully.
He sat up and rubbed his face. His senses were still too sharp. He could hear the hum of the high-output LED strips in the hallway and the faint, mechanical click of the ventilation system. He felt stronger, but it was a borrowed strength.
He stepped into the hallway in his blue— cloud design pajamas, that Lucian had somehow managed to get for him from the penthouse.
Lucian was already in the main living area. He was fully dressed in a new charcoal grey suit—likely brought in by the Unit 1 guards while Adrian slept. He was on a call, standing by a window.
Adrian stood where he was, listening to his conversation.
