Liam stood up from the couch without saying a word. The others were still talking, laughing, and watching a livestream of someone recovering their Lucid and unboxing it.
No one paid much attention at first. They thought he'd just gone to get a drink or check something in his room. But a few minutes later, the faint sound of footsteps returning made Alex glance toward the corridor.
And then he froze.
Liam stepped out of his room holding a stack of familiar black boxes in his hands. Eight of them. Each one sleek, sharp-edged, and unmistakable.
Alex's jaw dropped. His eyes widened so much that Matt, sitting beside him, noticed instantly.
"Dude—" Alex whispered, tapping Matt's shoulder hard. "Look. Look."
Matt turned—and the color drained from his face. He blinked twice as if he thought his eyes were lying. Kristopher followed their gaze, frowning, and then froze too.
"What the…" Matt muttered under his breath, eyes locked on the boxes. "No way…"
