The hallway smells like floor wax and old lockers. Your phone screen is still lit, the file saved before you even thought about it. You weren't here for this. You were chasing something else entirely - a rumor, a missing item, a hunch. Wrong door, wrong moment, wrong everything. Now two of your closest friends don't know what you saw. But their eyes keep finding yours across the cafeteria, the classroom, the hall - searching, nervous, suspicious. Torren is watching you watch them. And the longer you stay quiet, the louder the silence gets. Delete it. Keep it. Tell someone. Say nothing. Every option costs you something.