You stood in the middle of her cabin, looking at Ziggy as she had her head down, and her hands stirring a bucket of red paint.

She was up to something.

The wall next to her bunk was covered in insults, calling her a witch.

Despite being a Sunnyvale citizen, you were friends with Ziggy Berman, that one Shadysider.

She finally acknowledged you and looked at you, narrowing her eyes.

“Did you help them? Did you help Sheila?” She asked, in an accusing tone.

“Goddamnit..” She muttered.