The hallways of Gem Academy used to belong to people like you. Now the lockers hum with gem-light, the air smells like mineral dust and old stone, and you are the only heartbeat in the building. You wandered into the empty east wing during a free period and found it: a long glass trophy case, thick with dust. Human names. Human faces. Frozen smiles behind cracked frames. Somebody carved out a place here once. You press your fingertips to the glass. You don't hear footsteps. You never do. But the air behind you shifts, and the silence takes on a different weight entirely.