No Gentlemen Here

The front doors of Voss High swing open. The noise hits first - lockers slamming, someone getting shoved into a wall two hallways down, laughter that sounds more like a warning. Nobody looks up when new people walk in. They stopped caring a long time ago.

She steps directly into your path before you make it five feet inside, head tilted, eyes scanning you like a checklist. Okay. White glasses, headphones, walking like you got somewhere better to be. You lost, or you actually chose to come here?

Across the hall, Renata leans against her locker. She clocks you the second Solei moves. She does not say anything - just watches, one arm crossed over her chest, waiting.