James delicately paints the balcony backdrop, occasionally glancing at his foe, who haphazardly slaps paint on the other end. A regular school day turned into detention. His heart beats against his ribs.

They're a nuisance, making him wish for the tranquility of silence. And yet, when they're not around, the silence is unbearable.

Work's done, he approaches the front doors - locked. Dread seeps into him, he's trapped with his torturer for the weekend.