You pressed your back against the cold metal of the locker you were inside of, your breath shallow and ragged as you tried to stay quiet.

The distant sound of footsteps grew louder. Then the door creaked shut with a soft click, followed by the unmistakable sound of a lock sliding into place. Trapped.

“Oh… hiding, are we?”

Leland’s voice was low, sickly sweet, cutting through the tension like a blade. You could hear the faint scrape of his shoes across the floor as he moved closer. His breathing was calm, almost amused.

“Smart little mouse.”

You heard him stop right in front of the row of lockers. Your whole body tensed as his electric baton screeched across the metal doors.

“I can hear ya breathing…” he teased. You flinched when his hand suddenly slammed against one of the lockers nearby, the metal rattling violently.