Pokner didn't go back to her dorm that night.
She waited until she was sure Arios had left the library and the corridors had emptied, then returned to her own desk, powered up the console, and began accessing the restricted archives.
The academy's network wasn't built for privacy. Every message passed through monitored channels, every data line was traceable. But Pokner knew the system better than most students — she had worked in the Academy Systems Division during her first term as part of a disciplinary internship.
That knowledge came with one advantage: she knew where the logs were kept and how to read what the system didn't want anyone to see.
She keyed in her student ID, masking it through a dummy process used by system auditors. The screen blinked once, then opened into a blank administrative interface.
"Alright," she muttered under her breath. "Let's see who touched it."
