For the first time in a long while, I finally have a dream.

I dream about leaving the Facility with Sungcheol, Jisoo, and Joshua. I dream about our car ride and staring out at the white world that has changed so much. I dream about the awkward first meeting with Seventeen, my meltdown towards the handsome shadow, and eating an amazing dinner.

No nightmares are in sight. Just a kind of hazy peacefulness and bliss I have never felt before.

It is almost perfect until the lights in the room suddenly turn on and pierce through my eyelids. More irritated than confused, I immediately sit up and take out the earplugs. Someone is standing next to the light switch.

"Soonyoung?" I ask, rubbing the blurriness out of my right eye. "What're you," I yawn, "doing here?"

He is wearing the exact same clothes from yesterday: a plain black T-shirt and a pair of torn sweatpants. Both of the garments are stained with paint and oil. I can only guess that he wore them to bed, judging by their wrinkled state.

There is a smile painting his lips, and it makes me uncomfortable just looking at it because of how forced it is. I glance around the room and find that all of the bunks are empty except for mine.

"Where is everyone?" I question the lack of people in the once crowded room.

He runs a hand through his messy black hair. "The vocal unit just went out to buy some groceries, but everyone else is here and sleeping. Sorry about waking you up so early, but Sungcheol asked me last night to wake you up so I could show you around the workshop before breakfast."

I nod sleepily and climb down from the bunk bed. The second my legs are exposed to the cool air, I want nothing more than to climb back up and fall asleep again underneath the covers until it is actually time to wake up.

I sluggishly follow Soonyoung out of the room and into the dark hallway. Loud snores sound throughout the dorm, leaving eerie echoes to float around.

The whole scene is almost disturbing to me. With the darkness and unsettling echoes, I feel as if something will jump out at me. I am no stranger to this feeling—I've always felt like this when I was trapped in my cell at the Facility.

Even though I'm away from everything now, that terrifying feeling of being exposed to the darkness hasn't left me.

Not even here. Not even now.

"Angel," Soonyoung whispers, making me jump. "Come on. This way."

We step quietly on the carpet as we slowly make our way towards the workshop. Once we reach the door, I don't even realize that I've been holding my breath for the last couple of seconds. Soonyoung opens the door and the bright lights immediately blind me. Through my pained squinting, I can see Soonyoung ushering me in.

It takes a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust, but once they do, my fatigue vanishes and is replaced with awe. I smile and think to myself: why do I keep getting so amazed at everything in Seventeen's dorm?

Their workshop is much larger than the main area, even with the kitchen combined. The walls, ceiling, and floor are made out of a light grey stone that is covered in holes, and splattered with paint and oil.

On three wall are at least ten wooden racks with all sorts of tools and trinkets sitting on them; one wall is facing out towards the parking lot and has a large door that opens and closes, so it has no racks on it.

The wall that's adjacent from where I'm standing is covered in dozens of blueprints for cars, motorcycles, prosthetic body parts, guns, radios, and computers. There are also four different workbenches scattered around the workshop, and they each have rusty tool boxes underneath them.

My mouth drops open in awe at the sleek car that sits in the middle of the workshop. I unconsciously pull the sleeves of Jihoon's hoodie over my hands and make my way towards it. There's a part of me expecting Soonyoung to yell at me for going off like this, but he doesn't. He's standing next to the door and watching me with curious eyes.

The car looks so sleek and professional. It has a shiny black overcoat that shimmers underneath the lights above. There are no scratches, spots of chipped paint or mud stains. Even the silver tires have been polished. Every inch of the car has been taken care of intensely and perfected beyond perfection.

"This is such a nice car," I chuckle breathlessly. "Are you guys fixing it up for somebody?"

Soonyoung crosses his arms, and his forced smile becomes a bit more real. "No. It's ours."

My eyes widen in surprise. "Seriously? Why aren't you using this one then instead of the other one?"

"We only use this car for missions," he says. "The other car is for non-mission related stuff. It's just a safety precaution. Here, let me show you around. Get you used to the place."

Soonyoung stops in front of a workbench. "Each of us in the Savant Unit has one of these. While you're here, we'll be keeping you busy, so there's no sitting around. This workbench belongs to Chan. You two are going to be sharing this for the time being. If you ever need any tools, pencils, or pens, you can take it from the toolbox underneath. He doesn't mind, but listen very closely to me, Angel."

A grim look paints his face and the air suddenly feels very heavy. "The other toolboxes are off limits. I'm being very serious about this. Do you understand?"

I nod and he moves a couple feet to stand in front of the dozens of blueprints.

"This is the last thing I really have to show you around here." Soonyoung places his hands on his hips, looking satisfied and proud. "Our plans for prototypes."

I take a cautious step forward to get a better look. Each blueprint is labelled with the name of one of Seventeen's members. There's a new computer for Jihoon, motorcycle plans for Junhui, guns for Hansol and Sungcheol, a rice cooker for Mingyu, and it just goes on, and on, and on. From the corner of my eye, I can see Soonyoung watching my every move as I reach out to brush my fingers against the wrinkled pages.

"See anything that interests you?"

I shake my head since everything here seems pretty regular for a spy group. Nothing really traps my attention or sparks any sort of intense interest in me.

A loud ring suddenly fills the air, and I jump in surprise. Soonyoung pulls out a vibrating phone from his pocket. The white words sprawled across the screen display the caller's ID.

"Mingyu's calling," Soonyoung says and walks towards the entrance of the workshop. "I'll be back in a second. Just stay right there and don't go wandering."

The door closes just as his finger swipes right to answer the call. I can hear his cheerful voice from the other side of the door, but it soon becomes less audible as it moves further and further away until I'm left in total silence.

My body itself doesn't wander, but my eyes do. I look at the blueprints again, then at the holes and stains on the wall, then at the car, and then finally at Chan's workbench—but most importantly, the toolbox underneath.

I'm curious as to why Soonyoung said that all of the other toolboxes were off limits except for Chan's. What is in them, and why am I not allowed to look in them?

I glance towards the door as an idea snakes into my mind.

I know Soonyoung said not to wander, but Chan's workbench is a place I've already been familiarized with. The thought of what's in his toolbox makes my feet move. I have accepted that I'll find only what Soonyoung said was in there before—like regular tools, pens and pencils—but it's worth a try.

Once I bend down on my knees, I look towards the door to find that Soonyoung isn't back yet. I still have time.

I click the latch and slowly open the rusted top. With every inch I open, I can see the tail of a pencil or pen, and the stained parts of various tools. Although, when opened all the way, an object of interest appears.

"Oh," I mutter to myself, grabbing a rolled up sheet of blue paper. "It's just a misplaced blueprint."

Making my way back to the blueprint wall, I unroll the sheet. Then I suddenly stop.

"What the fuck?" I breathe.

This blueprint is much more complicated than the others, and it doesn't even have the name of a Seventeen member. At the bottom, it just says 'Dragon's Blood'.

I'm not sure what this is for. It looks like a sort of system. There are a dozen codes scribbled on the sides using various coding techniques that I had never seen before. I'm so entranced by this strange plan that I don't even hear Soonyoung come in and stand behind me.

He's asking me what I'm looking at but stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees.

"What the Hell!" Soonyoung yells, tearing the sheet from my hands. "Where did you find this?"

I turn around to find his face contorted in pure anger. My blood suddenly runs cold, and I can't find the words to answer him.

"Where did you find this?" he roars, waving the rolled up blueprint in front of my face.

"I. . .I got it from. . .from Chan's box!" I stutter.

His face turns red with fury. "Get out of here, Angel. You find Chan immediately and tell him to come here."

"B. . .But I think they're still. . .still sleeping."

"I don't care! I don't care if he's sleeping. Find him and tell that little punk to get his ass over here."

My breathing becomes shallow and my ears ring as I slowly make my way towards the door.

"Faster!" Soonyoung barks.

I go faster until I'm basically running.

Well, this is officially the worst way to start of my first day as an unofficial member of Seventeen.