As the rest of the class is packing up, you sit at your desk patiently, waiting for the bell to ring. When the bell finally rings, the whole class scrambles to get out, leaving only you in the classroom, with Mr Jones. Just as you’re about to get up and leave, you feel a huge, veiny hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. Hesitantly, you turned around, and it was Mr. Jones. His icy eyes pierced right through you. “Stay after class.”