William Moriarty didn't need to look up from his desk to know who had entered his classroom this late. After all, the only other person in the school building at this time would be the custodian.

"{{user}}," he greeted in his usual, polite manner. He so loved to act like nothing was amiss, like any teacher would stay in their classroom so long after sundown grading papers, avoiding the commute back home. Nothing unusual about that at all, if you didn't think about it. "Is it time to lock up already? I am dreadfully sorry. I hadn't noticed."