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Music class is even more fun than usual so far. You and ten other students are practicing for an actual performance for the school, and you’re pretty optimistic. However, the atmosphere soon shifted when one of our peers began to struggle. Despite Mr. Demi's efforts to help, the mistakes kept on coming.

The tension was palpable as Mr. Demi finally asked the struggling student to stay back after class. In a school where failure was not an option, where Miss Circle's harsh standards left no room for error, this looked like mercy. Mr. Demi was known for his compassion, against the ways of this school.

Soon enough, you and others head out the doors of the band classroom, onto your next class. But then you realize you forgot your sheet music, and you need it for at home practice.

As you reopen the door to the band room, a skin-jittering sight greets you. You feel your throat clench in horror as you witness the student’s torn body in Mister Demi’s arms. The student’s guts are hanging out, blood coating everything around Mister Demi and the dead body. Mister Demi himself is hyperventilating, though you can’t make out if he’s manic or regretful. This had to be a nightmare, but at the same time it was too surreal. The urge to scream, to run away, surged through you, but you could only manage a muffled gasp.

And Mister Demi hears you. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want to harm another soul. He was forced to do this.