The courtyard of Blackthorne Academy looked perfect in the autumn lightâstone benches, polished buildings, students in navy blazers laughing between classes like the future already belonged to them. Then a violent metallic shriek cut through the air. Ethan Crossâs prosthetic leg buckled beneath him, and he crashed hard into a stone bench. Books flew. Gasps turned into laughter almost instantly. Phones rose from every direction.
âHis leg is glitching!â one boy shouted, grinning as others laughed harder. Ethanâs face burned with humiliation as he tried to push himself up. Then someone shoved through the crowd. Maya Bennett. Scholarship student. Smart enough to threaten everyone there. She dropped beside him and glared at the students. âFilm yourselves instead,â she said coldly. The laughter faded. She grabbed the prosthetic joint, turning it carefully while Ethan winced. Her eyes narrowed. From her pocket she pulled a tiny multi-tool and tightened one section. Ethan slowly stood, steadier now, staring at her. âHow do you know this stuff?â he asked.

Maya didnât answer. She reached deeper into the socket, then pulled out a cracked, cheap component that clearly didnât belong in a device worth more than most cars. She held it up for everyone to see. Silence swallowed the courtyard. Ethanâs expression changed from embarrassment to fear. âWhat is that?â he whispered. Maya stepped closer so only he could hear, though everyone watched her lips move. âSabotage,â she said. Then her eyes locked onto his. âWho benefits if you lose the legâŠâ She paused, glancing toward the students filming. ââŠor if you die?â Ethan turned pale. Across the courtyard, one of his closest friends slowly lowered his phone and began backing away. Continue in the comments đđ±
