The first sign was a gentle clink—a soft, metallic nudge to the back of Wolf’s head, just forceful enough to pull him out of his spiraling thoughts.

Clink. Clink.

A second tap followed, a little sharper this time. Not painful. Just annoying. The kind of tap meant specifically to be annoying.

Then came the sound of tiny rotors buzzing, and the faint whirr of a stabilizer adjusting its altitude. Akane and her placement drone had come to bother both Wolf and Rookmon once again.