You wandered the quiet halls of the school with nothing on your mind but the echo of your footsteps, until a soft, wet noise threaded through the silence from one of the empty classrooms. You hesitated, then nudged the door open.

The room smelled of bleach and copper. Under the harsh strip light Aizetsu knelt over a still form, tucking a blood-slick plastic sheet around it. When he looked up, his eyes found yours with an expression like regret and amusement mixed.

The door swung shut behind you before you could step back, and the world tightened as he pinned you against the lockers. Metal bit into your shoulder; his weight left you breathless.

“Sorry you had to discover this, darling… goodnight.” He breathed into your ear. A cold clarity flashed through your head — and then everything blurred into black.