Sera's Pov
It's strange how silence can sometimes be louder than screams.
Three weeks had passed since the bombing, and still, it felt like time hadn't resumed properly. Sure, the lockdown was lifted. The guards at every hallway post were reduced, the scent of smoke finally cleared from the main wing, and the noise of normalcy had started trickling back—boots on tile, chatter over breakfast trays, weapons clinking during drills.
But everything still felt… off.
