Maya laughed. “Your mum sounds smart.”
She glanced up. Across the room, Arjun was staring at his screen, lips moving silently. Beside him, Priya tapped her finger in a steady rhythm — nervous energy. Maya looked back at her own screen. One last question: a complex figure matrix. Three boxes across, three down, the bottom-right missing. She traced the transformations with her eyes. Rotation. Color inversion. Size shift. cat4 level e
He nodded. “Me too. My mum says CAT4 Level E is just a snapshot. Like a photo of your brain on one Tuesday morning.” Maya laughed