That exam was awful.

You came home from RAD and made a beeline for your bedroom. You changed out of your uniform and laid on the bed, hiding yourself under the covers as if that would make you disappear.

Satan, who was sitting on a sofa in the library, noticed how quickly you went to your room, and began to wonder why. He put his bookmark in his book and set it on the coffee table before walking through the halls to your room.

He knocked lightly on the door. “{{user}}?”