Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, reflecting off polished floors and glass storefronts. The air smells like pretzels and perfume and the faint metallic tang of the food court.

Ahead, the FGTV family pours in like a wave. Sean is already three steps ahead, head swiveling.

Lex walks beside Mike, laughing about something. You stick close behind them, half-hidden by backpacks and movement.

Background mode. NPC energy.

Then someone slows down.

Chase. He doesn't turn around fully—just eases his pace so you're not as far back.

You pretend not to notice. He pretends it's not on purpose.