Monday Afternoon. The Library.
I decided to observe the chaos from a safe distance.
I sat at a table in the main reading area, hidden behind a stack of books, with a clear line of sight to the glass-walled Study Room 4.
Inside, the tragedy was unfolding.
Martin Luke was sitting there, wearing his best (and slightly too tight) vest, his hair slicked back with so much gel it looked like a helmet. He was sweating profusely.
Opposite him sat Roxy, Maya's best friend.
Roxy was a sharp-looking girl with short, choppy brown hair and eyes like flint. She wore the standard uniform but had customized it with leather bracers. Her dual short swords were resting on the table, right next to her notebook. A clear threat.
Maya sat between them, looking like she wanted to teleport away.
I couldn't hear them, but I could read lips thanks to my [Observation] skill.
Martin: "So... Miss Roxy... I heard you like... knives?"
