The warm steam of the shower rolled off Ryker's skin as he leaned his forehead against the tiled wall, letting the water flow down his back. His thoughts, however, were anything but relaxed. He had a plan now.
Finally,
The next six months were mapped out in his mind with clinical precision. He would make calculated movements, build bridges with forgotten yet capable characters and quietly knit together the foundations of his dream team. He couldn't approach them all at once,
No, that would only raise suspicions. Instead, he would slowly weave himself into their stories. Become a presence. An acquaintance. A name they could trust.
And then, after the midterm exam... the real game would begin. That is when he would claim his 'Sword'
A person, far more powerful than any weapon.
A being that has unmatched potential whose loyalty would decide the success or failure of everything Ryker intended to build in the future.
