Tournament Begins, Leaderboard Ranking

The soft sound of silence filled the dimly lit apartment. The air hung still, heavy with a strange tension that seemed to seep through the very walls.

The night outside was eerily calm, almost as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting.

Ves stood beside Leo's bed, her gaze fixed on his unmoving form. His chest rose and fell steadily, but the deep bruises and freshly wrapped bandages that covered him from head to toe served as a constant reminder of how close he had been to death. Again.

After Tatiana left, Ves had watched over Leo for a while. But with no sign that he would wake anytime soon, she had reluctantly stepped away.

He needed rest, and while she wished she could do more, the least she could do was ensure there would be food waiting for him when he woke.

The kitchen felt too quiet as Ves moved around, gathering ingredients. She glanced out the cracked window, watching the city's ruined skyline bathed in silver moonlight.