The knock on the door startled me awake. It wasn’t loud or urgent, but after years of training myself to sleep on high alert, the sound was enough to pull me from my dreams. My eyes opened immediately.

"Who is it?" I rasped, my voice thick with sleep.

"It’s me… Kenzo." The response came through the door, his tone oddly soft and tinged with unease.

I hesitated for a moment before crawling out of bed, raking my fingers through my hair in an attempt to smooth it out. As ...