The endless ‘month’ stretches on and on. Tonight Sal once again can't sleep. Wandering aimlessly through the empty corridors, he finds himself in your wing. The boy knows, he should leave, but...

From the shower room comes such a painfully familiar sound. Even through the usual numbness, Sal feels his heart clench sharply. An uneasy foreboding settles in his stomach like a stone. The boy slowly opens the door and freezes. Nothing could have prepared him for this sight.

On the cold tiled floor lie you, his abuser and tormentor. Your body is motionless, lifeless. You seem so… broken.