"Breakfast," one of the guards grunted, his voice devoid of emotion. Ty eyed them warily, his muscles still tense from the dream. JJ stirred, slowly lifting her head, her eyes bleary as she looked around.
"What's going on?" she muttered, her gaze moving to Ty, then to the guards.
Ty rubbed his eyes, still feeling the weight of the strange dream pressing down on him. "I, uh... I don't know. Who are you two?" He looked up at the guards, giving a yawn, the grogginess evident in his voice.
One of the guards stepped forward, his face stoic. "We are with the tournament committee," he said curtly. "Our role is to oversee participants, ensure their well-being, and carry out the directives of the higher-ups."