It’s 5:00 a.m., and the room is a cocoon of darkness, broken only by the faint neon digits glowing on the clock. Outside, sheets of rain streaked the windows, and the driving wind howled against the walls. The warmth tempting them to stay, but their mind was already ahead—on the work that needed to be done. They braced themselves against the storm, not as an enemy, but as part of the process.