Si Hon stood there quietly, one hand still near his chin, eyes moving across the now-open arena as he took everything in— the people, the space, the shift that had happened so fast it barely gave anyone time to react.
"Yeah," he muttered under his breath. "Alright."
His gaze drifted toward the center.
That's where the announcer was. Now.
Still standing there like she owned the entire place— same bunny suit, same ridiculous presence, but something about it had changed. A few hours ago, it had been completely black. Now, it wasn't. Half of it had turned white, split cleanly down the middle like it meant something.
Si Hon narrowed his eyes slightly, watching.
For a brief second, her gaze flicked toward him.
Then it moved away like nothing happened.
"Huh."
He held it for a moment, like he was deciding whether that meant anything at all— then let it go just as quickly.
Not worth it.
Not yet.
Then—
A tap landed on his back.
