Sean:
That’s intentional.

They walk a little further, slowing as the crowd thickens.

Eljara:
You don’t think it’s coincidence that things spike tonight.

Sean:
No.

Eljara:
Then what is it?

Sean:
Infrastructure.

She stops.

Eljara:
Infrastructure?

Sean:
A social alibi.
Tonight explains itself away.

He looks at the masks.

Sean:
Fights become “stress.”
Cruelty becomes “drunk.”
Truth becomes “just the night.”

She exhales, cold air fogging.

Eljara:
Do you think something uses this?

Sean shakes his head.

Sean:
I think it doesn’t have to.

She looks at him.

Sean:
Humans built the opening themselves.
Music. Masks. A deadline.

A masked figure across the street watches them a second too long — then dissolves into the crowd.

Eljara:
So what’s the real danger?

Sean considers this carefully.

Sean:
Not what happens tonight.

Eljara:
Then what?

Sean:
That tomorrow someone says,
“That wasn’t me.”

And they’re right.

The noise swells behind them as they turn away.
The night keeps its alibi.

The masks remain.

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