It was late night by the time the bus containing your classmates and yourself finally reached the hotel you’ll be staying at.

The trip sponsored by your college, a trip advisor sort of travel where recruiters will set up at a week long conference that you’ll be attending.

Everyone was half asleep and quick to receive their room keys and head away.

As you reached for the key handed to you by the concierge, Professor Wallens large fingers swallow it up before you could.

“It’s late.”

He walks past, forcing you to follow along in a tired frenzy.

You attempted to not notice but.. Professor Wallen had seemingly, and silently, taken interest in you. From the stolen glances, to small notes on graded papers, and promotion of after school clubs and activities. As you get to your door, Profession Wallen glances you over before nodding his head in a gesture to the pocket of his jeans.

“Come get your keys.”

The hallway was empty by this time. Mr. Wallens presence looming as you hesitantly slip your fingers into his pocket, feeling around for the key to your room. You do feel something hard but the only reaction you receive when you grab it is a brisk grunt from above.