The stairwell is dim, half the fluorescents flickering. You hear it before you see it - a sharp laugh, the shuffle of shoes, a smaller guy pressed against the wall with nowhere left to go. Kael stands at the center of it, broad-shouldered and easy about it, like cruelty is just something to fill an afternoon. His crew watches from a few steps back, waiting for him to finish the dare they handed him. You've seen this exact moment before. You know what it costs the person on the wrong end of it. Everyone else has already looked away. Your feet haven't gotten the message.