The bell rings. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. The smell of chalk dust and cheap cafeteria food floods your senses — and so do the memories. Two lifetimes hit you at once. His face. The moment he turned his back on you. The cold. You barely have a second to process it before a shoulder slams into yours — hard, deliberate. Calix is already walking away, laughing under his breath, eyes scanning the hallway like he's drawing up a map. He remembers too. And he's already moved on to his next play. But this time, the power in your hands isn't what he expects. One week before the world freezes over and the dead start walking, you have everything he thought was his — and nothing left to lose.