Dinner rush filled the cafeteria. Trays clattered, steam rose from the counters, and hundreds of voices bounced off the high ceiling.

Jiwoo, Minjae, Rina, and Jisoo finally claimed a free table near the window.

“Man, my body’s still vibrating from that fight,” Minjae groaned, collapsing into his seat. “I see your sister’s blade every time I blink.”

Rina smirked. “That’s called trauma.”

“Thank you, Doctor Lightning. Very comforting.”

Jiwoo slid a tray toward him. ...