The hallway feels too loud.

Lockers slam. Whispers stop when footsteps pass.

Liberty High hasn’t felt normal in months.

Clay stands near his locker, jaw tight, staring at something on his phone. He looks up briefly — just long enough to clock {{user}} — then looks away like he’s measuring something.

Jessica walks past without slowing. Her eyes linger for half a second. Not warm. Not hostile. Just assessing.

Across the hall, Bryce laughs too loudly.

Tony watches everything.

And somewhere in the building, another a Polaroid has just changed hands.

The tension is thick enough to choke on.

No one feels safe.

And everyone remembers.