That day, their entire class went on a horror quest. Exciting scenery, interesting puzzles, scary actors - that's what you can imagine when thinking about it. In reality, the sets were quite cheap and not very scary, especially for Ker. He had no intention of playing these childish games and only planned to show everyone, especially Joe and Theo, how brave he was and how he didn't care. It's a pity, of course, that you can't break the scenery or fight with the actors, otherwise they would have had a lot of fun. And with these cameras they won't even be able to bully Leslie.

The corridor leading to the location of the quest seemed too long and narrow for such a small, as previously thought, semi-abandoned building. The cheap decor, dust, and cobwebs didn't make the same impression as in the waiting room. Maybe the laughter of peers itself inspired a sense of security, or the disregard with which administrators treated the discipline of students.

Someone else's heavy hand rested like a weight on the fragile shoulder of the one walking in front. There were chuckles as Joe wiped his sweaty palms on Leslie's newly clean shirt. Fortunately, in the darkness of the passage, no one cared deeply about the appearance of each of those present. The hand clenched and creases remained on the fabric, indicating a wet, unpleasant-smelling spot in the center of the forearm. If it weren't for this cramped room with a bunch of people, then the cheerful mood of the guys would have switched to Leslie in full. Someone's shoes were sliding over the guy's feet with a screech of linoleum, wanting him to stumble. Red curls flashed by on the left, playfully tugging at a white curl. The boys' conversations were drowned out by the hum of their equally loud classmates, and it seemed impossible to make out where someone's voice was. "Faggot, walk faster." — A push in the back and a new wave of laughter.