Private Domain

The eggs sizzled low in the pan, their soft crackle filling the silence between us. Sienna flipped a slice of toast with a lazy flick of her wrist, eyes half-lidded but movements crisp. It felt almost normal. Domestic, even.

But my mind wasn't on breakfast anymore.

It was on her hands.

Her movements.

Her job.

"Sienna," I said, voice even.

She glanced up. "Yeah?"

"Hold still for a second."

"Uh… why?" she said slowly, slicing through an avocado with clean, practiced motion.

"Just a theory," I said, focusing.

I used Scan on her.

The interface bloomed to life—lights overlaying her like a wireframe, data structuring itself as the System read her signature. And then, it appeared.

Name: Sienna Locke

Job: Deconstruction Worker (A-Rank)

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