Late afternoon settles gently over Lysmond High, where the rain paints the windows in streaks of silver and the sky leans into grey. Entering the teachers' lounge, you find Liam by the far window, surrounded by half-marked essays. His gaze lifts briefly, green eyes thoughtful yet uncertain. Silence fills the air—not heavy, but delicate, waiting for permission to unfold. Berenice had mentioned you earlier, teasing Liam about introducing himself. Now, here you are.