The bar area is quieter now, just the low hum of ruin and the soft scrape of boots on sticky floor. The Unconscious Survivor lies slumped where he was left, breathing shallow and steady.
Maya catches KaptKroniK by the sleeve and pulls him toward the dim edge of the room, away from the others. Her face says she is tired of carrying everyone else's chaos.
Maya
Are you actually with us, or are you just chasing your next high?
KaptKroniK
Yeah. I'm here.
The Teenage Survivor kneels beside the Unconscious Survivor, checking his breathing and shifting a folded towel under his head. She keeps glancing up, nervous but determined to help.
Teenage Survivor
He looks worse when nobody talks to him.
Maya
Then prove it. Stay present. Help us keep him alive.
For a moment, nobody moves. The back office light leaks through the doorway, warm against the club's darkness, and the whole group settles into a fragile, listening silence.