After another shitty test run of the new earplugs, Sush dragged her exhausted self to the elevator, intending to head to the archers’ floor to blow off some steam at their gun range. When the elevator arrived, she already felt better that the octopuses who looked like they were waiting to ascend said they were waiting for another two of their own from the restrooms before they ascended together, so Sush had the space all to herself and tried not to look too happy about not needing to share and make small talk with anyone on the ride up.

Right before the metal doors closed, a hand came between them,...