The next morning, Gabriel woke to find his dormitory room empty. Marcus's bed was neatly made, his belongings still in place, but his roommate was nowhere to be seen.He's afraid, Umbrix observed quietly. Most humans would be.Gabriel sat up and looked at himself in the small mirror above his desk. He looked the same thin, ordinary, fifteen years old. But his eyes held something different now. Depth. Shadows that moved when the light caught them wrong.His uniform collar, which had glowed red for three years, now pulsed with steady blue light. Rank 156. The Academy had officially reclassified him overnight, placing him in the jumping straight to A-rank. Smart, Gabriel thought. Less dramatic, less likely to cause panic.Though after yesterday's display, he doubted anyone was fooled.They're managing the narratory, Echo said. Making your rise seem gradual rather than explosive.Gabriel dressed quickly and gathered his books. The hallways would be full of students heading to breakfast, a