*Through Sage's Eyes*
Towards the end of October, everything seemed back to normal. Kind of.
We were back to having frequent rogue attacks, although each one was found quickly and killed. Some were questioned before dying, but none made it to the cells. They didn’t know enough to be useful. It was an annoying thorn in my side and I almost wished for the climax of this pointless buildup to come sooner rather than later.
Moving to the fifth floor was weird. Living there with Xander was nothing like when I lived there with my dad. There was often music playing when he was up there and sometimes loud laughter when the gang gathered there instead of another floor.
I didn’t let myself get too comfortable. It was hard to resist slipping into the lazy routine of spending my
