Dustin blinked. Ron beat the shit out of him? He barely knew the guy but he had seemed nice. He pressed into the wall when he was looked at. Just staring at Rykar without moving. He jumepd when the room shifted origins. Light was dark and dark was light. He never took his eyes off of Rykar. â€œHanging with my bro...â€ He said in a shakey voice. â€œYou tried to kill me.â€ He said again in a shakey voice. â€œYou were hurting me and almost killed me.â€ he clarified. â€œYou almost killed me...â€ He said in a serious but shakey voice. No. The students in the time he had been here had proven they were to be feared. The teachers had never once done anything to him. He watched him. Hund was coming soon to hang out. He bit his lower lip. Watching him leave. He looked at the door and lowered the daggers to his side. Shaking his head. â€œYou are not safe...you are not to be trusted.â€ He whispered. â€œHund is coming soon...â€ He loosened his hold on the daggers. His heart racing but relief filled him when Rykar just left the room. He knew Hund would be here any minute. His class was out. He didnâ€™t move for a minute. Then got off and picked up the dagger and the sharpening tool. Setting them on the bed and picked up the guitar. Strumming a few notes to calm his nerves. That was freaky. His hands shook as the guitar slipped from his hands and thumped lightly on the thick carpet. He looked at the door for Hund.