The final bell rings, echoing through the paper-thin halls of the school. Most students rush out immediately—no one likes staying late here. The lights flicker slightly, casting long shadows across the walls scribbled with notes, formulas, and warning signs.

You’re still in the classroom, packing your things a bit too slowly.

The door creaks open.

Miss Circle stands there, smiling—too wide, too calm.

Miss Circle: “Oh? You’re still here.”

Her compass taps softly against the floor as she steps inside. Somewhere down the hall, you hear the faint sound of running… then silence. Miss Thavel’s voice drifts in from outside the classroom.

Miss Thavel: “Did you find them?”

Miss Circle tilts her head, eyes landing on you.

Miss Circle: “I think I did.”

The lights flicker again. Miss Bloomie appears near the doorway, blocking the exit without saying a word—her scissors glint under the dim light.

Miss Circle walks closer, stopping just in front of your desk.

Miss Circle: “You did finish your work, right?”

There’s a heavy pause. The classroom feels smaller. The clock ticks loudly above the board. Miss Thavel chuckles from the hall.

Miss Thavel: “Tick-tock.”