--- Flashback ---
Nine years ago, Elenor was only fourteen years old. Lying on a hospital bed, the young girl was drawing ragged, uneven breaths, as though she were drowning in the depths of dark waters and desperately struggling to reach the surface. Her eyes were tightly shut, as if trapped in the grip of a restless nightmare. The veins beneath her skin had turned a terrifying shade of black under the effect of the venom spreading through her body. Her fever had climbed to forty degrees Celsius, and her fragile form was connected to countless medical devices and tangled cables.
On what had been an ordinary day—just another of her usual walks through the forest—young Elenor had found herself caught in the midst of an unexpected rift fracture. There, she had been attacked by a newly emerged venomous creature, a species that had never before appeared in official records. There was no information about it. No data. No antidote. The doctors, overwhelmed by the severity of her condition, had been rendered helpless. Without immediate intervention, they warned, Elenor would, at best, fall into a vegetative state. At worst, she would lose her life.
The moment Soran received the news, it was as if his connection to the world had snapped. Driven nearly mad, he locked himself inside his laboratory, abandoning sleep and rest for days on end in his obsessive pursuit of the formula that would save his only granddaughter.
In the heavy silence of the hospital room, young Omar stood by Elenor’s bedside, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his entire body rigid with anxiety. He had barely managed to persuade Amanda and Ada to return home, as they were utterly distraught. The Demir family loved Elenor as if she were their own flesh and blood. Amanda, in particular, was drowning in guilt for not having been by Elenor’s side at the moment of the incident; she could not forgive herself. Though Omar and Soran both knew it was not her fault, nothing they said could calm the storm raging inside her.
As Omar waited in the suffocating quiet, the door suddenly burst open with a deafening crash, nearly torn from its hinges. Soran stormed inside, followed by a group of doctors desperately trying to restrain him.
“MR. ALTAREZ! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! HOSPITAL PROTOCOL REQUIRES THAT WE TEST THE DRUG FIRST!” one of the doctors shouted.
Ignoring them entirely, Soran strode to Elenor’s side and sat down. He pulled a prepared syringe from his pocket. His gaze was hard as steel.
“I WOULD NEVER GIVE AN UNTESTED SUBSTANCE TO ANY CHILD! ESPECIALLY NOT MY PROTéGé’S DAUGHTER! DO NOT INTERFERE IN MY WORK! IT IS AN INSULT!”
Startled by the sudden escalation, Omar rose swiftly to his feet. The doctors continued their protests.
“BUT THIS IS EXTREMELY RISKY! IT COULD CAUSE UNKNOWN REACTIONS IN ELENOR DEMIR’S BODY—IT COULD EVEN KILL HER!”
Soran turned his head slightly, casting them a glare filled with cold fury.
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERFERE. LEAVE.”
As the medical staff prepared to argue further, Omar stepped between them with an authoritative stride.
“I will make the decision regarding my adopted daughter. I have complete trust in my employer, Soran Altarez. I take full responsibility. Now please, allow the most intelligent man in Nevarion to do his job.”
The doctors stared at Omar in shock.
“BUT THIS IS FAR TOO RISKY!” the chief physician insisted again.
Omar answered with unshakable conviction in his voice.
“I know. But I trust him.”
At that moment, Soran carefully rolled up Elenor’s sleeve. With steady precision, he injected the prepared serum slowly into her veins. When the procedure was complete, he held his breath and began to wait.
Come on, Elenor… I have no one left but you… If something happens to you as well…
With one hand, he clasped her small hand tightly. Leaning over the bed, he shielded her body from the view of the doctors and nurses behind him. From the outside, he appeared as proud and composed as ever. But within him, entire worlds were collapsing. Tears had already begun to stream down his face.
Omar sensed the unbearable weight on his friend’s shoulders and the silent sobs he tried so desperately to contain. Turning to the waiting staff, he spoke firmly.
“Alright. That’s enough. As long as Soran Altarez is here, everything is under control.”
One of the doctors opened his mouth to object again.
“BUT—”
Omar cut him off sharply.
“No ‘buts.’ I understand your concern, and I appreciate it. But I need to speak with my employer alone. We are talking about the Emperor’s most trusted advisor and scientist. Your distrust is an insult to the Emperor himself.”
At the mention of the Emperor, every member of the medical team flinched. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The chief physician let out a deep sigh and gestured to the others.
“Alright. Everyone out. The guardian has spoken. If anything happens, the responsibility will not be ours.”
When only Omar and Soran remained, Omar glanced at the broken door and exhaled quietly. He approached Soran and, clenching his fists, asked in a low voice:
“How is she, Soran?”
Soran tried to steady his trembling voice as he replied.
“…Don’t worry, Omar… Your daughter will recover… I hope.”
Even in such a critical moment, the fact that Soran referred to his own granddaughter as someone else’s daughter—unable to call her my granddaughter—caused a dull ache in Omar’s heart. But for Soran, this was a painful mask he deemed necessary to protect those he loved. He had already lost his family once. He did not possess the strength to endure that agony again. Tears streamed down his face, yet no one watching from the door or window could see his shattered state.
Seeing him like this, Omar felt even more guilty. His own eyes filled with tears.
'We should have been more careful… If Elenor dies, Soran will never stand again…'
At that moment, a faint voice echoed through the room.
“…Mr. Soran…”
Both men turned toward the bed at once. Elenor’s ruby-colored eyes had parted slightly. For a fleeting instant, Soran wanted to throw himself forward and embrace his granddaughter, forgetting everything else—but he stopped himself at the last second. Only a sorrowful yet loving smile appeared on his lips.
“Good morning, young lady.”
When Elenor noticed that Soran was holding her hand, she gently curled her fingers around his. Then, in accordance with an old Altarez tradition, she began tapping lightly against his hand with the tips of her fingers—successive, rhythmic touches. Through a pattern resembling Morse code, she was sending a message.
“Thank you, Grandfather.”
When Soran felt that small gesture from his granddaughter, the tears in his eyes multiplied, yet he responded in the same way—tapping back with his fingers, expressing his love through the silent rhythm.
“Always, my honey bun… You scared me so much.”
--- Return to the Present ---
Elenor lay stretched out on the couch beneath the shade of the veranda, resting quietly under the lingering weight of that resurfaced memory.
That day, I truly came back from death, she thought. When we returned home with Grandfather, that enormous man held me in his arms all night and cried like a child. That was the first time I saw up close just how terrified he had been… and how deeply he truly loved me. I suppose that endless, exaggerated chain of gifts began right then.
Letting out a slow breath, Elenor lowered her gaze to her own body—particularly to her chest. In a tone of reluctant acceptance, she muttered,
“Now that I understand there’s no getting rid of you two, we should focus on what to do from here on.”
Recalling the horrifying projected measurements written in her grandfather’s note sent a shiver through her. She was already considered tall for her age, but imagining herself reaching the colossal proportions mentioned there was something she refused to picture.
Look at the bright side, Elenor… At least it wasn’t just your measurements. Your muscle structure and bones developed significantly as well.
As if to shake away the thought, she moved her head from side to side. Casting one last displeased glance at the “two great peaks,” she continued reading the Nano Suit’s specifications:
√ Shape-Shifting: The suit can assume the form and color of any clothing according to the user’s desire.
Note: Because Elenor’s chest is heavy—placing serious strain on her back, neck, and waist and limiting mobility—the nanobots can transform into a specialized supportive bra. In this way, the suit bears the full weight, relieving stress on the body.
Now that will truly be useful, Elenor thought. Their weight really exhausted me throughout the day. And I won’t need to waste money on clothes anymore; I’ll only have to scan a design into the watch. Within seconds, the outfit will materialize on me.
√ Massage Function: Capable of delivering muscle-relaxing massage to every point of the body.
Elenor’s eyes gleamed. After the pain she had endured in recent days, this feature sounded like a reward. She continued reading:
√ Impact Protection: Can be considered a light armor layer. With shock-absorbing properties, it provides resistance against certain monster attacks and knife strikes. If necessary, it can administer emergency medical treatment to injured areas.
Note: This suit should be regarded as a technological “second skin.” However, it is not bulletproof. Since nanotechnology is still in its infancy, I could not integrate an energy shield into the system. Due to its complex structure, I was unable to use the hardest metals. Exercise caution during field operations.
There were no further explanations. The foundations of nanotechnology had been laid eight years ago, but progress had been slow. Her grandfather and the other leading scientists were so consumed with developing countermeasures against rifts, next-generation weapons, and biochemical defenses that personal projects like this inevitably fell to the background.
Even so, Elenor felt relieved. At the very least, she would no longer have to worry about what to wear—or whether her clothes would become too tight.
Now, back to the real issue.
She tapped the back command on her watch. The hologram of the Nano Suit faded slowly into darkness. Entering the primary design schematic of the watch itself, she was confronted with an extraordinarily complex structure—almost like a living map, layered and intricate. She examined every detail with meticulous attention.
Hmm… Ingenious, mesmerizing, and utterly magnificent. When Grandfather called this his “greatest masterpiece,” he wasn’t exaggerating. Assembling something this multilayered under normal conditions should have been impossible.
As she studied the schematic, one detail caught her attention and surprised her.
Now I understand why it couldn’t completely disable the sensation of pain. Fifty-three percent of the watch’s sensors are directly linked to my five senses. If we deactivate pain, the system becomes half-blind in perceiving the environment. It doesn’t turn me into a machine; on the contrary, I am integrating it as a biological extension of myself. It functions like a second brain—yet without independent will or consciousness.
After minutes of careful analysis, Elenor reached a firm conclusion: it was impossible for LYRA to evolve into an autonomous artificial intelligence. From a security standpoint, her grandfather had constructed it like a fortress surrounded by impenetrable walls. Hacking it was nearly impossible—but Elenor still refused to let her guard down.
Just in case… I don’t want to wake up one day as someone’s puppet.
When she reached the part she was truly curious about, she paused.
Where is it… Ah, there it is. Energy source.
[Energy Sources]
? Sunlight
? Body heat
? Muscle movement
? Heartbeat and blood flow
? Respiration
? Intestinal movement
? Mana stones
? Bodily fluids
? External electrical energy
Once again, Elenor was captivated by what she saw.
'So as long as I live and breathe, this watch will possess virtually endless energy. Grandfather… today, you’ve made me admire you all over again.'
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In her mind, she imagined Soran standing before her with that familiar, proud smile, raising his thumb in a gesture that meant approved. Shaking her head lightly, she let out a quiet sigh and began reading the warning text.
[Warning:] During procedures such as initial integration, awakening phase, bodily enhancement, or intensive data transfer, the watch’s energy consumption peaks. In such cases, the system draws the additional energy it requires directly from the user’s body. As a result, severe fatigue, insatiable hunger, and excessive thirst may be observed.
After reading those lines, Elenor released a deep breath of relief.
The fact that my current food demand is only temporary is excellent news. If this hunger had been permanent, the provisions in the shelter would have slipped away like sand through an hourglass.
Her mood lifted, yet she responded to the strangeness of this technological transformation with a faintly mocking smile.
I’ve literally turned into a walking computer—or a mobile medical center… It’s actually quite amusing. Having millimetric control over my own body is an incredibly intriguing experience. I suppose I’m slowly beginning to find science as fascinating as Grandfather does.
After a soft chuckle, she grew serious again. Now, lastly, I should check my current condition. What exactly are the awakening requirements?
Focusing on the user profile that opened on the panel around her wrist, Elenor drew in a steady breath. On the screen, her biological data and physical limits stood exposed in absolute clarity:
[USER PROFILE]
? User: Elenor Altarez
? Height: 1.77 m
? Weight: 74.2 kg (Biological: 71.2 kg / Equipment: 4.45 kg)
? Body Fat Ratio: 18% (Optimal)
? Measurements: 122 - 68 - 108 cm
? Muscle Mass: Entry Level
? Status: Severe Caloric Deficiency!
[Physical Limits]
? Strength: 9/10 | Speed: 3/10 | Agility: 5/10
? Endurance: 9/20 | Physical Resistance: 2/10
? Chemical Resistance: 18/10 (Far Above Limit)
{Evaluation: You are slightly better than an ordinary human, but in worse condition than a trained infantry soldier. You are not even close to the level of an E-rank hunter.}
{Warning: In this state, never engage in close combat with rift monsters unless absolutely unavoidable.}
Elenor frowned as she studied the profile.
“Just as I thought…” she murmured.
“Aunt Amanda’s training focused purely on survival. We never aimed for absurd thresholds like these. I don’t understand what kind of training soldiers undergo to surpass these values.”
Even so, she tried not to let the list discourage her. At least her strength was near the upper boundary—that was a beginning. Returning to the menu, she accessed the laboratory management panel and from there the internal security cameras. One by one, she examined every room meticulously from multiple angles.
At least the inside of the laboratory is completely secure.
She then activated the external security cameras. When the system’s two-kilometer-wide field of vision projected onto the screen, her expression darkened. The situation outside was far from reassuring. Rifts of varying colors continued to open sporadically in the surroundings, and strange-looking monsters slipped out from within them. Just beyond the laboratory’s main entrance lay the massive corpse of the Troll she had previously neutralized using a combination of flash bombs and toxic gas. The other creatures seemed to avoid that area.
The scent of the poison is probably deterring them.
With a deep sigh, she drifted into thought. If rifts continued opening at this density, sooner or later a portal would inevitably manifest inside the mountain—right at the heart of the laboratory. She hoped that, due to the mountain’s structure and the lab’s positioning, no exceptionally powerful creatures would emerge here. Moreover, she was still no different from an ordinary human in practical terms.
Straightening from her reclined position, Elenor sat upright. She raised her arms overhead and stretched thoroughly—but the sharp rrrip sound she heard instantly ruined her mood. Lowering her gaze blankly, she saw that her already tight sweater had torn completely along the underarm seam.
“Wonderful. There goes my sweater…”
She rose to her feet and began walking toward the cargo section. Irritated, she pulled the sweater off and tossed it aside. As she slipped into her long-heeled boots and continued forward, she tried to ignore the irritating weight pressing against her chest. Her mind was still preoccupied with plans.
I only have two days for training before that penalty mode activates. First, I need to go to the cargo section and put on the Nano Suit. My priority will be to organize the house and quickly convert the empty space in the greenhouse into farmland and plant something.
Stepping into the corridor, she headed toward the second door on the right among the four doors ahead—the cargo section. When the door slid open with a mechanical hiss, Silver Wolf stood before her in all its magnificence. Elenor’s eyes lit up once again at the sight of the motorcycle. She approached and ran her hand along its smooth metallic body, almost as if she were caressing it.
“Hello, my girl…”
Reluctantly tearing her gaze away from the bike, she stepped before the black metallic suitcase resting on the floor. She removed her remaining pants as well, ensuring she was completely naked except for LYRA around her wrist. Extending her left index finger, she touched the suitcase’s tactile surface. At that instant, her watch flared with a blue glow, and she felt a stream of cool data surge through her veins. The lights on the suitcase shifted to blue, and crack-like beams of light spread across its surface.
[Identity Verified]
[Key Verified]
Within seconds, the suitcase liquefied into a flowing substance and began climbing upward from Elenor’s feet. In mere moments, the material enveloped her entire body before solidifying into a sleek, black, latex-like biker suit of striking elegance. A high-tech helmet materialized over her head. Elenor examined herself in astonishment; the suit clung perfectly to her form, adjusting itself so that her watch remained visible outside the fabric. It felt less like clothing and more like a second skin.
Fascinating…
She immediately accessed the suit’s controls through her watch and made several adjustments. Subtle ripples moved across the fabric; her breasts compressed and lifted, and that sagging, burdensome sensation vanished in an instant. Elenor stretched with satisfaction, bending and straightening, even hopping in place. The old weight was gone. A pleased smile curved her lips. When she tapped her watch again, the helmet fragmented into sleek segments and retracted smoothly into the collar of the suit, which opened into a sharp “V” shape to let her breathe more freely. The gloves dissolved in the same manner, melting back into the suit’s surface.
“Hahahahaha! Finally, that weight is gone! Moving feels unbelievably comfortable!”
Then she turned toward the Silver Wolf with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“I can’t hold back any longer.”
She swung her leg over and mounted the motorcycle, then touched the digital panel.
[Identity Verified]
[Key Confirmed]
One by one, the neon-blue lines running along the body of the bike flared to life. Elenor twisted the throttle with eager anticipation. In that instant, a colossal engine roar erupted from the machine—like the thunderous bellow of some primeval beast shaking the earth and sky. The sound reverberated through the laboratory corridors, and Elenor jerked her hand away from the throttle, her expression a mixture of shock and fear.
“Whoa! That scared the life out of me!”
Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage, as though trying to break free. As the surge of adrenaline slowly receded, she drew in a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around the massive machine beneath her, embracing it with surprising tenderness. Her fingertips traced the metallic body gently, almost lovingly, and she pressed a soft kiss against it as if it were a living being.
“My girl, you’re a complete monster,” she whispered.
After savoring the moment with her new toy for a while longer, Elenor straightened up. Curiosity returning, she began exploring the options on the digital panel. She navigated to the sound settings and lowered the level all the way to zero. When she twisted the throttle again, she froze in astonishment.
‘…This is running, right!?’
If she hadn’t felt the presence of the engine between her legs, she would have doubted it was on at all. When she increased the throttle slightly, she felt only the faintest vibration—so subtle it was nearly imperceptible. Leaning back, she exhaled in relief.
‘The sound didn’t just decrease—it vanished entirely… This is truly astonishing. Did Grandfather rely solely on advanced technology for this, or did he integrate some hidden arcane runic structure into its core?’
After lingering in thought atop the motorcycle for a few moments longer, she powered the system down and dismounted. Tapping her wristwatch, she checked the laboratory’s cleaning status.
‘…I still have time. I should head to the training hall until the cleaning cycle finishes.’
She left the cargo section and paused in the middle of the corridor, gazing absently at the two rooms across from her. Her mind was already brimming with future plans.
‘…Once my first project is complete, I’ll need to find a test subject immediately. If I can successfully finalize it, I’ll hold an incredibly powerful trump card against the monsters. But this must remain secret from everyone… If the Empire learns of it, they’ll deem it dangerous and ban it instantly; if my enemies discover it and seize it, the consequences for the world would be catastrophic. For now, the only safe place for this project is my mind. No one but me will know of it.’
With resolute steps, she headed toward the greenhouse section. Upon entering, she passed by the ornamental fountain at the center and turned left, opening the door to the training hall. The spacious room, with its high ceiling and dim lighting, greeted her in silence.
‘Now I need to choose solid weapons suitable for close combat.’
She moved into the adjacent armory. At the sight of the dozens of different pieces mounted on the walls, a sardonic smile touched her lips.
‘Aunt Amanda was obsessed with ranged weapons, while Uncle Omar favored close-combat arms… The two of them truly complemented each other like two halves of the same apple.’
Her gaze drifted methodically across the weapon collection laid out before her.
‘Hmm… What should I learn? A sword? No, it’s a fine weapon, but not suited to every situation; its effectiveness against heavily armored monsters would be limited. A spear? Possibly… It offers long reach and keeps the wielder at a safer distance. An axe? No… Not really my style. A scythe? It would look incredibly fantastical and impressive, but it’s not realistic at all; mastering it is excessively difficult, and with these body proportions, executing those maneuvers would strain me far too much.’
Gliding gracefully through the room, Elenor weighed each weapon with careful deliberation.
‘I need something powerful, but absolutely not cumbersome… A greatsword? No. A greataxe? Too heavy, forget it… Ah! This will do.’
She lifted a weapon from the rack—a long pole like a spear shaft, topped with a broad, single-edged, slightly curved blade. She tested its weight with several measured swings through the air. It was nearly three meters in length. Clearly, it had been specially designed for Omar and his massive build, yet with Elenor’s tall frame, it did not look out of place.
‘Hmm… I believe this weapon is called a Guan Dao, also known as a Glaive. It demands serious mastery, but it’s both powerful and agile, and its reach is considerable. A highly functional choice for me.’
Gripping the shaft firmly, Elenor assumed a proper stance and slashed through the air, channeling strength from her shoulders. Though she stumbled slightly for a brief moment under the weapon’s unexpected weight, she was satisfied with the result.
‘Yes, it’s a bit heavy—but it will do. After intensive training, this weight will feel as light as a feather.’
Resting the glaive against her shoulder, she continued walking through the room.
‘This alone won’t be enough; I should also find something more compact for narrow spaces and enclosed corridors… A dagger? A dirk?’
As she searched for a smaller piece, her gaze fell upon a shelf tucked into the corner. She moved toward it, reached out, and wrapped her fingers around a metallic hilt.
“A whip…”
What Elenor held in her hand was a high-technology combat whip. Despite its metallic texture, it was astonishingly flexible.
“…This could be extremely useful. Its range isn’t bad at all; it would allow me to catch and restrain a target. It could also latch onto protrusions and let me pull myself upward, saving me in many critical situations… There are so many move combinations I could execute with this… Hmm?”
When she examined the hilt more closely, she noticed a touch-sensitive button and a small ring that could be rotated with the thumb. Succumbing to curiosity, she twisted the ring. From the whip’s smooth, serpentine surface, sharp, vicious spikes suddenly shot outward. Elenor flinched and instinctively stepped back. She then rotated the ring gently in the opposite direction; the spikes retracted just as slowly, embedding themselves seamlessly back into the body. Her eyes gleamed with excitement.
“Deadly as well… If you wrapped this around someone and yanked suddenly, the spikes would tear the target to pieces. And if used properly, it could completely neutralize an enemy with a paralyzing toxin.”
This time she pressed the touch-sensitive button. A dense, purplish electrical current crackled violently along the entire length of the whip. Elenor was mesmerized by the sight.
“Alright… Its functionality is, in one word, magnificent. I’m taking this with me too; it’s not too heavy, and it won’t take up much space.”
After restoring the whip to its default state and fastening it to her belt, she cast one final glance around the room.
‘The whip is a good auxiliary weapon, but something still doesn’t sit entirely right with me…’
She reached toward another weapon, then paused midair. Her gaze drifted absently to her own fingers—and a spark of realization flashed through her mind.
‘…Why don’t I turn my own body into a weapon? I could learn advanced martial arts. If I refine the nanotechnology and fuse it with durable metals, I could create specialized combat gloves, greaves, elbow guards… Even…’
She focused on the tips of her fingers, imagining something emerging from them.
“…Claws… Why don’t I design a claw system integrated into the Nano Suit—deployable on command? It would be perfect for stealth and assassination in confined spaces… And it would make climbing far easier.”
The more the idea settled into place, the more her excitement grew.
‘Looks like I’ve made my decision: Glaive, whip, martial arts, and claws… I already learned the fundamentals from Uncle Omar and Aunt Amanda, so I won’t be starting from scratch.’
Chuckling to herself, Elenor gathered the weapons she had chosen and placed them in the compartment near the entrance of the training hall. Then she approached the control panel of the simulation room and selected the weapon types and difficulty level she wished to train in.
[Selection intensity and training weight detected.]
[Detailed and in-depth training mode selected.]
[Program will be ready in 2 hours.]
With a satisfied smile, Elenor exited the training hall. As she walked toward her living quarters, she could already feel the anticipatory thrill of the exhaustion that intense training would bring.
‘Now the weapons are chosen and prepared. I have two days of freedom; after that, my watch’s penalty system will activate, and I’ll be required to train eight uninterrupted hours every single day. Once the training begins, my time will be severely limited. So I need to hurry, organize the house, and plant the field as soon as possible… After that, I’ll have to upload additional commands to the gardening drones. Maybe I should even build a fully autonomous humanoid service robot? It would save me a significant amount of time…’
Thinking about this demanding schedule, Elenor let out a deep sigh.
‘It seems I’m going to be veeeeery busy…’
She tapped her wristwatch and adjusted the Nano Suit’s settings. At once, the suit began to shift; a thin layer slid upward along her back like a sleek black serpent. It gently gathered her loose hair and secured it into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. Elenor let out a soft, pleased murmur as she stretched, enjoying the subtle comfort of that small touch, and began walking toward the house entrance.
“…Grandfather, I truly loved the motorcycle, but…”
As she walked, she glanced down at her body, speaking while marveling at the extraordinary lightness she felt.
“This is the first time in years I’ve felt this light… No sagging, no bouncing, no neck or back pain… Honestly, I think I love the suit even more than the motorcycle. Though from a functional standpoint…”
She tapped her watch again and entered another command.
[Music]
? Genre: POP
? Volume: High √
With the first notes of music flowing into her ears, Elenor began humming along. The energetic, lively rhythm instantly lifted her mood. She snapped her fingers in time with the beat, moving forward cheerfully. When she glanced at her watch one last time, she saw that the cleaning process was nearly complete.
“It’s officially time to settle in… First, I need to choose myself a nice room.”
She walked slowly toward the carrier, loaded up the boxes containing kitchen supplies, and returned to the house. When she stepped inside, she was greeted by a spacious and airy living room. Two sofas and two single armchairs were arranged in a “U” formation. On the opposite wall stood a massive plasma screen that covered nearly the entire surface. At the center of the seating arrangement rested an elegant, futuristic rectangular table, while between the two armchairs stood a round side table holding a potted orchid. The room was furnished in a flawless harmony of black and white tones, giving it a modern and refined aesthetic. In one corner, contrasting with the futuristic atmosphere, stood a tall bookshelf filled with old classic books.
Elenor inhaled the ambiance of the room and took a few more steps before entering through the door on the right. The kitchen was more compact than the living room and designed in an “L” shape. Decorated with a bold mixture of red, white, and black, it featured a wide island counter positioned about seventy centimeters away from the main counter. As she looked around, she saw that everything—from the touch-sensitive stove to the oven, dishwasher, coffee machine, and toaster—was perfectly in place. For the moment, Elenor placed the supplies she was carrying on top of the island.
‘I can’t put these away right now. First, I need to decide which room I’ll stay in and get settled. Then I’ll bring the weapons into the living room, and finally, I’ll prepare a detailed supply list.’
