Lana
The moment the door opened, the air inside rushed to meet me.
It wasn't cold. It wasn't warm. There was no dust, no damp smell like a long-abandoned home.
Instead… it was clean.
Too clean. As if the house had just been tidied by invisible hands.
The dining table stood perfectly in place. Chairs aligned and on top of that table—
I stopped.
Staring at a plate, filled to the brim.
Warm food. Steam still rising into the air.
I muttered under my breath, "This… doesn't make sense. It was like this back then too. Weird. Everything's always spotless, and food is available twenty-four seven… What kind of system does this house even run on?"
Ezric walked past me without a word.
He moved through the room with purpose, as if checking off a list only he could see. His hands moved quickly, precisely. He knew exactly what he was looking for.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Okay. Spill. Because this is way past weird. Ezric, what exactly are you looking for in here?"
