They were heading for the exit when it happened.
Lynea drifted close to Hikari - so close the movement was barely felt. A slip of paper ghosted the inside of Hikari's wrist. She closed her fingers without looking. Lynea's fragments turned once near her shoulder, slowx and calm. No words. She walked away.
Raizen caught Hikari's glance. The small "not now" in her eyes. So he returned to his circling thoughts.
The others peeled off down the corridor - toward their rooms, food, whatever rest looks like when you've earned it. Kori shouted a joke from behind them about Esen and self-control. Esen shouted something back. Somehow, his answer was two times worse. Nobody was paying attention to Hikari's closed fist.
When the hallway bent around a stair and the last of the group had disappeared, Hikari opened her hand.
A narrow strip of paper, torn clean. Three lines in tight, steady handwriting.
Midnight. Petal Hall. Don't be late.
