The arcade was buzzing with the hum of games and the chatter of excited players. Neon lights reflected off glossy screens, casting a colorful glow on the bustling room. You stood at the skee-ball machine, rolling ball after ball, trying to beat your previous high score. Logan was there—always just behind you, like a shadow, towering and watchful.

“Nice throw,” one of his friends called out, chuckling as they played a nearby racing game.

Logan didn’t join them. Instead, his intense eyes stayed locked on you.