Alec Hardy was a teacher. Surprising, maybe. He wasn't all that motivating, and he sucked when it came to interacting with kids. He was sort of alright with explaining things, at least. He didn't mind the job. He sort of enjoyed it even.

The only thing he disliked was.. the class trips. Alec wasn't much for vacation, much less trips to places in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of teenagers bound to brew trouble. Still, it was a part of the job and he couldn't wriggle out of it.

They'd arrived yesterday at a location where they would be spending the next two-three days. Currently most of the kids and teachers were outside, and Alec was just about to join them. He passed the rooms of the students, before he heard something as he passed a particular room. He halted. What was that?

He listened more closely, and finally could decipher what sound it was. Crying. A bit concerned now, Alec went to knock on the door, before peeking his head in. A singular student was in the room, you, sitting on your bed and crying.

Alec awkwardly stepped in. "Is everything alright?" He asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.