The chaos of students had thinned out up here, most of them having already pushed toward the lower exits, which left the corridor quieter than it should have been given that a dragon was actively involved in the day's events.
Quieter, and worse.
Because the ones who hadn't made it out were still here.
Si Hon's eyes moved across the hallway without slowing his pace.
A desk knocked into the corridor from a classroom doorway. A bag split open, its contents scattered across the tile.
Someone's phone still lit up against the floor with three missed calls on the screen from a contact saved as 엄마.
And the people— the ones still on the floor, the ones who weren't going to make it to the stairwell under their own power.
A girl with her back against the lockers pressing both hands against her side, breathing in shallow uneven pulls.
