RIVAL’S POV
If you want someone to talk, you don’t corner them in a hallway.
You make them think they’re free.
You make them comfortable.
Then you drag them into hell.
Kyro made it easy.
He was cocky.
He thought no one saw him sliding notes into the wall panel behind the Tier Four shower stalls. Thought he was being clever by swapping boots every other day to throw off tracking scans.
He wasn’t clever.
He was just watched.
And tonight, I’d make sure he knew it.
I planted the whisper around lunch — loud enough to be overheard, soft enough to seem like a slip. Said something about “someone failing Tier Five last month” and “sneaking out after curfew to hide their shame.”
People always latch onto fear. Kyro twitched just slightly when I said it.
Hook set.
Then I made sure he saw
