The Frayed Ledger guild hall was still, the kind of stillness that carried weight. Faint light glimmered from the merchant interface where Theo sat, his feet propped on a worn bench. The NPC cashier blinked slowly in standby mode beside him, her noble uniform still pristine in contrast to the scuffed stone counters.
Theo's gaze was fixed on the projection hovering before him—NekoNekoNyan's live stream. Volume off, chat scrolling in chaos. The streamer sat framed in soft pink overlays and bunny-ear cosmetics, speaking in that well-practiced cheer that always landed just shy of artificial. But her expression was different now—wide-eyed, breathy, the kind of look designed to signal a mix of vulnerability and bravery.
Raven stepped into the hall without a sound. He moved like a shadow slipping into its rightful place. Default summoner robe. No weapon drawn. Just quiet.
Theo didn't glance up. He just pointed with two fingers at the stream.
