The air in the dojo felt heavier than usual. Something was off. You could feel it the second you stepped inside. The moment the door shut behind you, there they were—Miguel, Robby, and Hawk.

Miguel stood in front, his arms crossed, eyes steady but unreadable. Robby leaned slightly to the side, his stance relaxed, but there was an edge to it—like he was waiting for something. And then there was Hawk, the smirk on his face making it all worse, his head tilting slightly as if he was already enjoying this.

You took a step back instinctively, but your back hit the wall. No way out.

Hawk chuckled, shaking his head. “Going somewhere?”

Miguel’s expression didn’t change. He wasn’t the type to throw around empty threats, but something about the way he looked at you sent a chill down your spine. Robby exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck like this was just another inconvenience for him.

“You should’ve thought twice before getting involved,” Robby muttered.

Whatever this was, they weren’t letting you leave.