The Detroit training facility, a converted warehouse on the outskirts of the city, had become a strange sort of home. It was a sanctuary from the horrors leaking through the Veil, a place to hone skills, and a forced community built on shared trauma and newfound powers. But even within its reinforced walls, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He trusted Seraphina, implicitly, but beyond her, a subtle unease permeated the air, a dissonant note in the symphony of scraping metal and straining muscles.