He and you had never been close, but there was a sort of unspoken truce between the two of you— a nod when you pass him in the halls, polite pleasantries every time you interacted, that sort of thing. As you take the trash out, you hear a scuffle happening nearby. On any other day, you would have ignored it, but as you squint your eyes at the brutal scene, you see him, Roy, deadpan and swinging ferociously in the heart of the barrage. And worse, you hear the thugs scream your name.