Lyra's POV
The nightmare that started during Basics training only intensified as the day progressed. Every step I took across campus felt like walking through a minefield of stares and whispered conversations. The weight of dozens of eyes followed my every movement, making my skin crawl with discomfort.
The locker room had been particularly brutal. I'd retreated to a bathroom stall like some kind of coward just to change clothes, desperate to escape the judgmental gazes burning into my back. But even that small sanctuary couldn't protect me from what waited outside. The moment I emerged, the watching started all over again.
