Aria’s POV
The warm water rolled down my back, washing off the sweat and dirt from the training grounds. Muscles sore, I leaned into the stream, letting it soothe me.
I hadn’t realized how long I’d been out there, pushing myself until my legs almost gave out.
I finally turned off the water and reached for the towel I’d left on the rack. It was short—barely enough to cover the essentials—but it would have to do. Wrapping it around me, I stepped into the changing room.
That’s when I noticed something was off.
My locker was open.
I frowned, walking over to it. My clothes were gone. Every single item.
“What the…?”
I looked around. A few girls were still getting dressed, brushing their hair, tying their shoes. “Did any of you see who opened my locker and took my clothes?”
No one looked at me.
Not even a flicker of acknowledgment.
“Seriously?” I asked again, louder. “Someone took my stuff.”
One girl grabbed her bag and rushed out without even meeting my eyes. Another zipped her
