Chương 37: Me Or Her?

The low hum of the ventilation system filled the dimly lit corridor. I leaned against the wall, staring at my reflection in a sleek glass panel. The face staring back at me was annoyingly perfect. Sharp cheekbones, crimson eyes with that faint glint that always seemed just a little too knowing. My hair fell into place like it had been styled by divine intervention. On Earth, I'd have been called pretty, maybe even unnervingly so. Here, in this world of quirk-driven power and ambition, my looks had become a tool—another weapon in my arsenal.

I sighed, adjusting the cuff of my jacket. "You're overthinking this, Felix," I muttered under my breath. The system interface flickered in my peripheral vision, a quiet reminder that no matter how many steps ahead I planned, the stakes kept rising.

The distant murmur of voices caught my attention. I straightened, ears pricked as the sound grew louder. The words became clearer as the speakers approached.