Noon was already high in the sky.
Fidri was still fast asleep.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The pounding on the door grew louder and more insistent, gradually pulling him from his slumber.
Lazily raising a hand to grab his phone, he silently cursed whoever dared disturb him before squinting at the time through still-clouded eyes.
"Shit!"
Fidri shot out of bed.
"Fuck, training! The instructor is going to kill me! Well, no... I'll be dead before he even gets the chance."
Every minute late to training meant extra exercises.
And he was nearly seven hours late.
To say he was doomed would have been an understatement.
Grabbing nothing but his enforcer coat, he rushed toward the door.
"Hey, it's about time!"
Fidri did not even bother responding to Elizir. The moment he stepped through the doorway, he broke into a sprint toward the training grounds.
"Huh? Where's he going?"
Elizir watched him disappear for a few seconds before taking off after him.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
