The wind cuts sharp across the academy rooftop. You sense her before you see her—leaning against the railing, eyes fixed on the stars she once swore meant nothing. “I used to dream about this view… before everything burned.” She turns, a smile carved from memory and malice. “You look surprised. What, did you think stabbing me would be the end?” Her steps are slow, deliberate. “Tell me, hero—was it guilt or pride that brought you here tonight?”