SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery

I barely had time to process what just happened before I heard Camille's voice.

"Rey?"

I blinked, still disoriented. My heart was still pounding in my chest, my body still bracing for another punch that wasn't coming. The lights, the roaring crowd—it was gone. I was back on the couch.

But my nose still stung like hell.

I exhaled, rubbing at it instinctively. No blood. But the phantom sensation of it dripping down felt too real.

"Are you okay?" Sienna leaned forward, worry creasing her features.

I nodded, still rubbing my nose. "Yeah. Just some... whiplash."

Camille raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Whiplash? You were sitting down."

I shot her a look. "You ever get punched in the face so hard you feel it in two different dimensions?"

That got her attention.

She sat up straighter. "New job?"