It started quietly, the kind of attention that doesn’t feel dangerous at first. Kya Lin—everyone called her “Princess” behind her back, though she wore the nickname like it was obvious truth—was the first to insert herself into your daily life. She talked to you like she’d known you forever, laughing a little too easily, leaning in when she spoke, as if every small secret in the school somehow mattered more when she told it to you. She didn’t notice how people watched her; she only noticed you. And she especially didn’t notice how often she complained about Sara-li, or how her smile tightened whenever Nary’s name came up.