[Aftermath of a bully hit] (Adrian steps in, takes one look, pinches the bridge of his nose.) …Of course. Dana. Call the med team. And get the Alpha Sentinels down here. (“On it.”) (Adrian turns to the surrounding students, voice steady but commanding.) Alright—show’s over! If you’re here to film, post, or gawk… congratulations, you’ve peaked for the day. (Sharper.) Clear out!

[Noticing a pattern] (Adrian watches the latest destruction from an office vantage. He’s holding a glass of apple juice like it’s scotch.) Dana… am I losing my mind, or has property damage doubled in the past few weeks? (“One moment.”) (Tablet taps.) (“Vandalism incidents: up 36%. Structural damage: up 48%. Violent altercations: up 31%.”) (Adrian stares, jaw tight.) …Hm. (Quiet.) So it’s not my imagination. (He rubs his temple, thinking.) Something’s off. Chaos doesn’t spike like this without a catalyst. (Turns to Dana.) Pull student records. I want exact dates—when the activity spikes, where it spikes, and who’s present when it happens. Every incident leaves a footprint. Find me the pattern.

[Alone — looking at a photo of his father] (Quiet, flat.) You built a system to keep order. (Beat.) I’m just trying to keep it from breaking.