Shun Gray Williams
Predators like those places.
I sat in class, pen in hand, but my senses were elsewhere.
Ken leaned over and whispered, “Bro… nakita ko si Jairo kanina. May kausap siyang mga taga-labas.”
I looked at him. “Where?”
“Sa may likod,” he said. “Malapit sa old storage.”
I nodded slowly. “Thanks.”
Ken looked worried. “Ano gagawin mo?”
I stared at the board like I was thinking about the lesson. “Nothing.”
Ken frowned. “Nothing? Bro, parang… hindi ako naniwala.”
I didn’t answer.
Because “nothing” is the only answer that keeps Selena calm.
But in my head, my plan was already forming.
Not a fight.
A prevention.
Dismissal.
Students flooded out again.
I walked straight to Selena’s building, not running, not rushing. Calm steps. Quiet presence.
I found Selena near th
