The next day, Yohan arrived at the theater and dance department with a mission burning in his chest.
He needed answers. He needed the truth behind what Jenna had told him.
Imagining Freddie and the others as criminals wasn't a stretch—too many things about them made sense in that direction.
"Or maybe not… no, I always knew Hazard would end up in some kind of gang," he muttered under his breath.
He glanced around the buzzing hallway. "I'm supposed to see Professor Kim this morning… but where the hell is her office?" He kept scanning left and right, dodging students rushing to early rehearsals and warm-ups.
Then—he froze.
Freddie was walking down the hallway… hand in hand with Cassie.
Freddie spotted him at the same moment. A flash of panic cut across his face—sharp, raw, unmistakable—before he forced it down and replaced it with something calmer, flatter. He even changed directions and walked toward Yohan.
"Hey… Yohan," Freddie said, trying for casual.
