Ethan followed the assistant quietly through a corridor that felt more like the interior of a luxury aircraft than a regular hallway. Soft lights lined the upper edges of the curved ceiling, and the floors were covered in a dark matte texture that muffled their steps.
He had already changed into the Nemesis training suit Helena had given him. A sleek black outfit made from adaptive material, somewhere between a combat uniform and a hooded sport suit. It fit snugly without feeling tight, designed for movement and endurance.
The hood rested loosely behind his neck, and though it looked simple, Ethan could feel the layers of tech woven into the fabric.
They arrived in front of a sleek black door with a panel glowing faintly on its right side.
"This is your official room, Mr. Cole," the assistant said. "Welcome to The Haven. That's what we call the dormitory."
Ethan arched an eyebrow. "Fitting name."
