Back in the storage room, Theo and Lisa watched the confrontation unfold on the monitor. The camera feed shuddered with each impact, the audio crackling with static and screams.

  “This is bad,” Theo muttered, his fingers hovering over the tablet controls. “Three against one upgraded Moner. The math doesn’t work in their favor.”

  Lisa couldn’t tear her eyes from the screen. The violence felt surreal, watching her classmates battle something that shouldn’t exist. “How long until the bell?”

  Theo glanced at his wrist watch, the numbers glowing pale in the dim light. “Six minutes.”

  “Six?” Lisa stared at him. “You’re kidding. It feels like we’ve been here for hours.”

  “Look,” Theo cut her off sharply. “They’re going for it.”

  On the monitor, Juno exploded into motion. She sprinted directly at the creature, her voice cutting through the static: “Keep it busy from the other side!”

  Amir and Javi split apart, flanking the spider as Juno charged. They struck at its rear legs with desperate fury. Amir’s knife flashing, Javi’s chair leg cracking against the thing’s armor. The creature reared back, its attention split between threats.

  That’s when it moved with terrifying speed.

  One powerful leg swept out, catching Amir in the chest and hurling him against the corridor wall. He hit hard, sliding down with a grunt of pain. The spider turned toward him, hooks raised to strike.

  “Over here!” Javi roared, swinging the chair leg with everything he had.

  The club connected with one of the creature’s front-facing eyes. The impact made a wet, popping sound that carried through the audio feed. The spider screamed and spun toward Javi, hook-tipped leg driving forward like a spear.

  But Juno was already on the move.

  She dove beneath the creature’s thrashing body, sliding across the tile floor on her back. In one fluid motion, she looped the garrot wire around one of its legs and pulled hard, dragging it off balance.

  The spider staggered, its weight shifting dangerously. Javi circled around, landing another solid hit on its flank.

  The creature twisted, breaking free from Juno’s wire. She rolled away just as a hooked leg slammed down where her head had been, gouging deep scratches in the tile. The spider reared up, preparing to slash down at her again.

  Amir, blood streaming from his nose, crawled across the floor toward his fallen knife. His hand closed around the handle just as the creature’s claw began its descent. Without thinking twice, he hurled the blade.

  The knife buried itself in the soft tissue beside the spider’s mouth, pinning it partially shut. The creature’s scream was muffled now, more of a wet gargle. It spun back toward Amir in fury.

  The hooked leg swept across his belly and right arm in one vicious slash. Amir collapsed, gripping his wounds as blood seeped between his fingers.

  “No!” Juno’s voice cracked with rage.

  She launched herself up the creature’s body, using its own legs as handholds. Her fingers found Amir’s knife and wrenched it free. White fluid gushed from the wound, spattering her clothes and face.

  Now she and Javi flanked the creature from opposite sides, while Amir lay stunned in the center, still conscious but badly hurt.

  “Amir’s still breathing,” Javi called out, not taking his eyes off the spider. “You holding up, J?”

  Juno frowned, not understanding the question at first. Then she followed his gaze downward and saw what he meant.

  A bright glow was emanating from the center of her chest, spreading outward through her entire body like veins of liquid light. The radiance intensified with each heartbeat, until she blazed like a star in the dim corridor.

  The creature shrieked and reared back, its multiple eyes squinting against the painful brilliance. Even Javi and Amir raised their hands to shield their faces from the glare.

  Back in the safe room, Lisa leaned forward, mesmerized. “Theo, what’s happening to her?”

  But Theo didn’t answer. The light from the monitor reflected off his glasses, turning the lenses into mirrors of pure white. His lips parted slowly.

  “Incredible…”

  The glow around Juno intensified until the camera feed nearly whited out. When the brightness stabilized, something had fundamentally changed. Her movements were different. Fluid, predatory, impossibly fast. She no longer looked like a high school student fighting for her life. She looked like something else entirely.

  The spider sensed the shift immediately. It backed away, legs skittering against the tile, instincts screaming danger. But Juno was on the move again.

  She closed the distance in a blur of motion that made it hard to follow. Juno sprinted directly at the creature, building momentum with each stride. The spider reared back, one massive leg sweeping toward her like a scythe.

  At the last second, Juno leaped toward the corridor wall. Her boot hit the painted concrete, and she used it as a springboard, launching herself sideways just as another hooked limb slashed through the air where she’d been.

  Javi breathed, lowering his chair leg as he watched in amazement.

  She reached the creature’s front section and looped the wire around one of its massive front legs. The spider tried to buck her off, but she held on with supernatural strength.

  “Giddy up,” she snarled, and pulled hard on the wire.

  The creature screamed. But instead of falling, it lurched forward, controlled by Juno’s grip on the wire like some nightmarish rodeo mount.

  She rode it down the hallway, boots planted firmly on its back, wire wrapped around her fists for control. The spider crashed through a bulletin board, scattering flyers and announcements. It slammed into a bank of lockers, denting the metal, but Juno held on, guiding it with subtle changes of her weight and pulls on the wire.

  “Where is she taking it?” Lisa whispered, watching the feed with horrified fascination.

  Theo’s fingers skipped across the panel, switching between cameras to track their movement. “The main lobby,” he said, understanding dawning in his voice.

  “She’s driving it toward—”

  The feed cut to the lobby camera just as Juno and her unwilling mount exploded through the corridor entrance. The spider’s legs scrambled for traction on the polished floor, but Juno kept it moving, steering it into the center of the open space.

  Above them, on the second-floor balcony, movement caught the camera’s attention.

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  Gary Lin stood at the railing, no longer in his typical school uniform. Instead, he wore a white lab coat that hung loose over dark pants, the fabric so bright it seemed to glow under the lobby lights. His usually parted hair was slicked back, and his eyes held a cold calculation that made him look older, more dangerous.

  Behind him, a team of Juggernauts had assembled something that definitely wasn’t standard school equipment. A massive turret gun, all black metal and gleaming barrels, mounted on a tripod and aimed down at the floor.

  “Well, well,” Gary called, his voice carrying easily through the lobby. “Looks like someone’s brought us a gift. How thoughtful.”

  One of the Juggernauts behind the gun leaned toward him with concern. “Uh, sir… what about the Juno kid? She’s still on that thing.”

  Gary’s smile was sharp. “Fire,” he ordered without hesitation. “I’ll deal with the consequences later.”

  “But—”

  “I said fire!”

  The turret gun roared to life, its sound echoing like thunder trapped in a cave. The first shot went wide, punching a hole through the far wall and sending chunks of plaster raining down. The spider reared back, nearly throwing Juno, but she held on.

  The second shot clipped one of the creature’s rear legs, severing it at the joint. White fluid sprayed across the floor as the spider stumbled, its balance thrown off. Juno used the momentum to swing around to its side, still gripping the wire, her body blazing with that otherworldly light.

  “Center mass,” Gary called down, his voice calm as a surgeon’s. “Take the shot.”

  The third shot found its mark.

  The projectile, whatever it was, struck the spider directly in its swollen abdomen. For a moment, nothing happened. The creature froze, its multiple eyes wide with what might have been surprise.

  Then it exploded.

  The detonation wasn’t fire or flame, but something stranger. A burst of pure dissolution that turned the spider’s body into a cloud of glittering dust. The force of it launched Juno through the air like a rag doll. She hit the lobby floor hard, rolling across the polished tiles until she came to rest near the main entrance.

  The dust settled slowly, sparkling in the overhead lights like fallen stars. Scattered across the floor were dozens of small, spherical objects that gleamed into silver marbles, each one perfectly smooth and reflective.

  Silence filled the lobby as if caught in a held breath.

  Then the cheering started.

  The Juggernauts on the balcony erupted in celebration. They slapped each other on the back, pumped their fists in the air, and chanted Gary’s name like he was some kind of conquering hero.

  Gary himself remained composed, but through the monitor Lisa could see the satisfaction in his posture, the way he stood straighter, the slight upturn of his lips. He raised one hand, and the cheering died down to expectant murmurs.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, “another successful field test. Mark the time and ammunition expenditure. We’ll debrief in twenty minutes.”

  As if summoned by his words, the school bell began to ring.

  But this wasn’t the harsh, mechanical clang that had started the chaos. This bell sang. Clear, beautiful. It filled the lobby with sound that seemed to wash away the violence that had gripped the school.

  The fluorescent lights brightened, their sickly yellow glow becoming something warmer, more natural. The scattered dust from the spider’s destruction began to fade, and the gouges in the walls and floors seemed to smooth themselves over as the bell continued to ring.

  Then, the bell’s final notes faded away, leaving the lobby in a silence that felt heavy.

  Through the entrance came Javi, supporting Amir’s weight as they stumbled inside. Amir was sobbing, his hand pressed to his stomach where the spider had clawed him.

  “I’m dying,” he wailed, his voice cracking with panic. “Oh God, I’m dying. I can feel my guts spilling out. And my arm—Jesus, I can’t feel my hand!”

  Javi rolled his eyes, though the relief on his face was clear. “Stop it, you dramatic moron, look at yourself.”

  Amir pulled his hand away from his wounds, expecting to see blood and torn flesh. Instead, his shirt was intact, unmarked. The red stains that had soaked through the fabric were gone, as if they’d never existed.

  “What the hell?” he breathed, patting his stomach in disbelief.

  From another corridor came the sound of running footsteps. Lisa burst into the lobby, breathing hard from her sprint through the changing hallways. Lisa’s eyes immediately found Juno’s still form near the entrance.

  “Juno!” She ran to her friend’s side, dropping to her knees on the cool tile. “Juno, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

  Juno’s eyes fluttered open, still holding traces of that strange inner light. She sat up slowly, wincing but apparently unhurt. “I’m fine,” she said, though her voice sounded different. Stronger, more resonant. “Is the bell over?”

  “Yeah… it just finished,” Lisa said softly, then added, “Juno, you were amazing out there.”

  Juno sighed with relief and reached into her pocket, pulling out a piece of gum. She unwrapped it with efficiency and slipped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Finally,” she muttered around the gum.

  Lisa helped her to her feet, noticing that Juno felt lighter somehow, as if gravity had less hold on her than before. Around them, the silver marbles caught the light, scattered across the lobby floor.

  Lisa’s eyes caught something else among the debris. A pair of glasses, their lenses cracked but still intact. She reached for them instinctively, curious about their origin.

  A long, pale hand intercepted hers just before her fingers could close around the frames.

  “I’ll take care of that, if you don’t mind.”

  Gary had descended from the balcony with silent efficiency, flanked by two aides who wore identical white coats to his own. Behind them, a band of tough-looking Juggernauts formed a protective semicircle, their eyes searching the lobby for threats. Two of them carried canvas sacks, methodically collecting the silver marbles from the floor and dropping them inside with clinking sounds.

  Up close, Gary’s coat was even more pristine than it had appeared from above, the fabric so clean it seemed to repel the dust and chaos around them. He lifted the glasses with careful precision, examining them briefly.

  “Interesting,” he murmured. “Very interesting indeed.”

  “What are those?” Lisa asked, gesturing toward the glasses in his hand.

  Gary’s smile was polite, empty, revealing nothing. “Spoils of war, young Lisa. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” He slipped the glasses into his coat pocket with ease. “Though I must say, Miss Mireles put on quite a show. Very impressive riding skills.”

  Juno straightened, and Lisa could feel the tension radiating from her like heat. “It wasn’t a show,” she said quietly. “People could have died.”

  “But they didn’t,” Gary replied, his tone maddeningly reasonable. “Thanks in large part to proper planning and superior firepower. The system works exactly as intended.”

  A figure emerged from the haze of dust and dim light, walking slowly toward them, his steps unhurried. The other Juggernauts instinctively made space as he approached, his presence alone enough to command it.

  “Theodore,” Gary said with warmth, as if greeting an old acquaintance. “So good of you to come. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up, hiding behind your screens and all.”

  Theo stepped forward calmly, passing Javi and Amir on his way.

  “Someone has to watch the data, Gary,” Theo replied evenly, his tablet held close in his hands. “You know that.”

  Amir, still supported by Javi’s arm, muttered, “Well, isn’t that convenient!”

  Theo ignored the comment and came to a stop directly before Gary, his posture relaxed but alert.

  Gary nodded approvingly. “I see. Now then, enlighten me, old friend. What does the data tell you? What’s the most crucial piece you’ve uncovered about the Game?”

  Theo met his gaze without blinking. “It is changing.”

  “It is changing,” Gary echoed with satisfaction. He gestured toward Juno, who was still faintly luminous in the lobby’s light. “And here’s the proof. It seems our little science club wasn’t so useless after all.”

  “Are you serious?” Juno’s voice cut through the lobby like a blade. “We just risked our necks fighting that thing while you sat up there, and now you’re walking off with all the credit?”

  Gary stilled. His eyes found hers and held them, calculating. After a long moment, he raised one hand toward his collectors.

  “Stop,” he called to the Juggernauts with the sacks.

  They froze immediately, waiting for further instructions. Gary walked the few steps to the nearest sack and reached inside, pulling out a single silver marble. He held it up to the light, examining its perfect surface.

  “Do you know what I’ve discovered?” he murmured, almost to himself. “The Game rewards. It gives back when you play it right. Perhaps it’s time we learned to play together.” He looked at the marble for another moment, then turned to Lisa. “Good work, team.”

  He tossed the marble underhand toward her. Lisa’s reflexes kicked in, and she caught it automatically.

  “There’ll be a meeting at lunch,” Gary said. “All groups are expected to attend. Orders from higher up.”

  Juno dragged a hand down her face. “Oh, for God’s sake… not that idiot. Don’t tell me he’s actually here.”

  Gary’s smile was sharp with amusement. “I’m afraid so. Our King’s finally decided to grace the school with his presence, and naturally, he demands an audience. But don’t worry. I think you’ll find the agenda quite... illuminating.” He adjusted his white coat one final time and started toward the exit. His Juggernauts gathered close, bodyguards and aides forming a wall of muscle and order as they followed him out.

  Lisa blinked, the word snagging in her mind. King? Did he just say King? Her stomach tightened. They had a king now? In a school? The thought felt absurd, yet the silence around her said no one else found it strange. She looked at her friends, each of them marked by what had happened here today. Changed in ways that couldn’t be explained. The only question was what they were going to do about it.

  The silver marble felt warm in her palm. Whatever this Game was, whatever was happening to them, there was no going back now.