Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 933 214.3 - No title

Maya sat at the edge of her bed, fingers tapping rhythmically against her thigh as she stared at her communicator. The dormitory was quiet—far too quiet. The usual bustle of cadets moving through the halls, the faint murmurs of conversations, and even the distant hum of the academy's activity had been swallowed by the newly imposed restrictions.

Everything felt suffocating.

She hated feeling boxed in.

Her crimson-tinted gaze flickered toward the window. Beyond it, the academy sprawled under the artificial night sky, the glow of security drones patrolling the perimeters a constant reminder that movement was being watched.

"You don't have much of a choice."

Her other self's voice was steady, calm in its certainty. "If you want to see him, it has to be here."

Maya exhaled through her nose. "I know."

It was a risk. Under normal circumstances, she would have arranged to meet him in neutral spaces—the training grounds, the secluded areas of the academy where eyes weren't constantly prying.

But those options were gone now.

The increased surveillance had made things complicated.

And she didn't have the luxury of waiting.

Her fingers hovered over the communicator before she finally pressed the call button.

It rang twice before he answered.

"…Senior?"

His voice was calm, as always, but there was a slight edge to it—curiosity, perhaps?

"We need to talk," she said, her tone direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

A brief pause.

"Now?"

"Yes."

She leaned back slightly, her fingers tightening around the device. "Come to my dormitory. It's the only place that isn't crawling with surveillance right now."

Another pause.