One week had passed since the fire at the mansion. During that time, Adrian and Kenny had both played their parts in the silence, disappearing into the background of a city that was currently reeling from the sudden vacuum in the underworld.Adrian hadn't touched the situation directly, but he didn't leave things to chance. He had reached out to Mark, using the hacker’s skills to scrub every digital trace of that night. Every frame of footage from the docks, the street cameras near the car incident, and the security feeds from Kenny’s factory was purged. As far as the official record was concerned, those events were ghosts.Back in the present, Adrian walked through the lobby of a quiet, mid-range hotel. He moved with his usual lack of presence, drawing no eyes as he headed straight for the third floor. He reached room 306 and gave a sharp, rhythmic knock.The door opened almost immediately. Kenny stood there, looking much better than he had in the basement, though a few fading yellow

Adrian walked over to the food truck and stood in the back of the line. He watched the group work for a while. They looked like a real team now. After waiting for a few minutes, he finally reached the front of the window. Mira looked up from the cash register and her face lit up with a big grin."Look who finally decided to show up," Mira said happily. She wiped her hands on her apron and leaned against the counter.Adrian smiled back at her and shook his head. "It is good to see you guys. But I have a question. Why are you here right now? It is college time. The first lecture starts in about an hour. There is no way you can close this truck and get to class on time from here."Tristan was busy at the stove. He heard Adrian’s voice and turned around. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over to the window to join the conversation."Well, about that," Tristan said with a proud look on his face. "We all decided to drop out of college. We talked about it for a long time. The b