The group was gathered in Lucas' room, the improvised space where everyone could update each other and share information. The atmosphere was tense but necessary; every detail could mean the difference between safety and disaster.
— So, everything we know so far — Claws began, looking at everyone — is that we are considered traitors by the gangs, and any wrong step could put the group at risk.
Isa nodded, opening her notebook:
— We also have the clues about the shadow and the body, but we need to correlate everything we found outside the school. Augusto and the third-year student are still suspects, and something big is happening.
Matheus and Diego exchanged discreet glances, remembering they also had to balance their love lives with the growing tension. They laughed briefly, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, but quickly returned their attention to the information Claws was sharing.
— And Rafa? — asked Lucas, curious.
— She couldn't leave home — Claws replied. — But we are receiving some messages from her. She knows part of what's going on and gives us small instructions.
Rafa's messages appeared on Claws' phone screen, warning about safe times and potential suspicious movements. Even though she wasn't physically present, her influence was clear and strategic.
To ease the tension a little, the group decided to have a drink, just to relax and enjoy some light moments. Laughter and casual conversation filled the room, giving everyone a chance to breathe before planning their next move.
— I think we should go to her house afterward — suggested Isa, smiling slightly. — Continue the night there, analyze everything more calmly.
Everyone agreed. When they arrived at Rafa's house, the atmosphere shifted again; now, they could plan without hurry and with greater privacy. Rafa welcomed them with a smile, though her eyes remained serious:
— I can't leave, but we can organize everything here. You need to rest and think clearly.
Claws stepped slightly away from the group, approaching Rafa's brother, whom he already knew from previous meetings with the gang. He was a former member, extremely respected, known for ending multiple wars and controlling territories, and his experience was essential.
— Claws — Rafa's brother began, staring intently — you have courage and loyalty, but now is not the time to act impulsively. Every wrong move could put everyone at risk.
Claws lowered his head, feeling the weight of the words:
— I know… but I need to protect the group. We can't just wait around.
Rafa's brother sighed, crossing his arms:
— Exactly. But protecting doesn't mean acting alone or without strategy. I'll show you how to get out of dangerous situations while keeping the group safe, just like I did when dealing with gangs that wanted to destroy everything around.
He explained, step by step, infiltration tactics, silent communication, and strategic positioning, showing that every detail could save lives. Claws listened carefully, absorbing every instruction.
— But one thing must be clear — Rafa's brother continued, firmly — any mistake can be fatal. You are surrounded, and now that the group is seen as traitors, their attention will be on every move we make.
Claws nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He felt that, even knowing the risks, he couldn't retreat; the group depended on him, just as he depended on the strategy and experience of this man who had already won so many battles.
— You'll need to keep everyone informed — said Rafa's brother. — Constant communication. And always know where each person is. If someone gets separated, everyone could be in danger.
Claws took a deep breath, determined.
— Understood. I'll protect the group and keep everyone safe, just like you did before.
Meanwhile, the group gathered in Rafa's living room, exchanging information, updating every clue, and recording details that could be useful in investigating the shadow and the body. Everyone discussed recent observations, suspicious contacts, and gang movements. Rafa participated actively from home, ensuring that every decision was made with caution.
— I think we have the full picture — said Isa, looking at everyone. — We need to decide our next steps clearly. We can't take risks without strategy.
— Agreed — said Matheus. — And Claws needs time to organize everything with Rafa's brother. He has experience and can give us an advantage.
After a few hours of planning and discussion, the group finally relaxed a bit more. Laughter and stories filled the house, and although danger was still present, their unity seemed stronger than ever.
Claws, meanwhile, sat beside Rafa's brother, absorbing every piece of advice, discussing possible scenarios, and how to react if the situation escalated into open war. He understood he couldn't act on instinct alone; he would have to think, plan, and protect each friend.
— You'll make it — said Rafa's brother, lightly patting Claws on the shoulder. — But always remember: never underestimate your enemies. And never forget that loyalty and strategy go hand in hand.
Claws nodded, feeling renewed determination. He knew the coming days would be decisive: the gangs were alert, the group was a target, and the school's mystery still lingered over them. But now, with complete information, experienced allies, and the group's unity, he felt they could face any challenge.