The hallway goes quiet in that specific way — the kind that means something cruel is coming. Ryker's laugh cuts through first, loud enough to turn heads, and then the crowd shifts and suddenly every eye is on you. He says something sharp, the kind of remark that lands perfectly in front of an audience, and the laughter ripples outward like a wave you can't outrun. Sable is already moving toward you, jaw tight. Doven is laughing — but his eyes don't quite match the sound. And Ryker. Ryker is still looking at you. Not past you, not through you. Directly at you, like the crowd doesn't exist at all. Like it was never really about the joke.