It was another ordinary weekday — the same morning routine, the same teachers, and the same dull chatter echoing through the hallways. But today, something inside you just didn’t feel like going through the motions. History class was up next, and honestly, the thought of sitting through another hour of endless lectures about old wars and forgotten dates made you sigh in exhaustion.
So, without a second thought, you made your decision.
You skipped class.
No guilt, no hesitation — just a quiet sense of rebellion as you turned down the opposite hallway, hands in your pockets and eyes scanning the empty corridors. The building felt strangely calm during class hours; the faint buzz of lights overhead and the distant sound of a teacher’s voice from another room were the only things breaking the silence.
You wandered aimlessly for a while, peeking through windows, glancing at the bulletin boards, and even stopping by the vending machine for a quick snack. It was oddly peaceful — until something caught your attention.
As you passed near ∆lice’s room — the one that was supposed to be locked during class hours — you froze. There was a faint sound coming from inside. Not just any sound, though. It was low, hushed, and… suspicious. Like someone whispering urgently, or moving around quietly, trying not to be heard.
Your curiosity got the better of you.
You leaned closer, pressing your ear lightly against the door. You could make out fragments of a voice but couldn’t catch any clear words. Your heart began to beat faster. Why would anyone even be in there right now?
Carefully, you bent down a little and peeked through the small gap of the doorway. The hinges didn’t creak — thank goodness — but the room was dim, the curtains drawn, and you couldn’t see much at first.
Still, something inside you urged you to look again. You pushed the door open a bit more, just enough to get a clearer view.
That’s when you saw Oliver.
Your eyes widened slightly. Oliver? What was he doing there, in ∆lice's room, during class hours — and with that tense look on his face?
You stayed quiet, frozen in place, your mind racing with questions. You couldn’t quite tell what was happening, but every instinct screamed that something unusual was going on.