Chapter 57: Rough Start.
With his bag slung over one shoulder, he climbed the steps to his apartment, his boots scuffing softly on the concrete.
The door clicked shut behind him, sealing him in the familiar quiet of his small space, he didn't bother stopping until he made it to his room.
The faint musty scent of the room was without a doubt different from the academy's polished halls. Till this moment, He didn't notice the black car that had parked up the street the instant the taxi dropped him off, its engine idling as it blended into the shadows of the dimly lit neighborhood.
Inside the car, a middle-aged man in a tailored black suit adjusted his tinted sunglasses, the lenses glinting faintly under a streetlamp's glow. His face was all angles, weathered yet composed, with a thin scar running along his jawline that hinted at a life of constant risks.
