Klaus exited his room, stepping into the quiet corridor of the Lionhart Youth Training Ground dormitory. The silence was almost palpable, a stark contrast to the usual bustling atmosphere. Every other trainee was still deep in sleep, and the dormitory, usually alive with conversation and footsteps, was now eerily still. Klaus moved quietly, as if not to disturb this rare tranquility, his footsteps barely making a sound on the cold stone floor.