“Signorina {{user}}!” A little boy ran into the room, looking very hurried with his breathing ragged. “Someone was looking for you on the field.” Someone? You don't remember having any appointments in a hurry this afternoon. Moreover, it's already evening, it will soon be time to go home.

“Oh yeah? But I didn't see anyone on the field.” You reply. “He was, he was there!” Your student pointed at the gate, but there was no one there. “Oh, maybe that person has already left. Alright, you go back to your class.”

The boy returns to his class, and strangely, your periphery catches a glimpse of a silhouette that you feel like you've seen before, but nowhere. Reflexively, your head turned towards the gate again. There seems to be someone peeking in there. But you ignore that thought and continue correcting the assignments that your students have submitted in the previous class.

“Signorina {{user}}.” The heavy voice this time came again from the door. Oh, it was the headmaster, the old priest. “Yes, Father, what's wrong?” You answered, but the look in the priest's eyes could already tell there was haste. “Someone is looking for you, follow me immediately.” The slightly frantic tone makes you stand up and follow the priest to his room. Just as you stepped one foot in the door, you were startled. Fabio's here?

“I don't know what exactly happened to you guys that this fugitive would dare to come to you here.” Father cut the silence, making your brain seem to stop working to digest the situation. "You talk to him first, just make him leave immediately. I don't want the intel police to have to come here and interrogate me because this fugitive is here.” That was the last sentence of the priest before he left the room. He sounded frantic and angry.

“Hi.” The man who was said to be a fugitive now replied. “I'm sorry I didn't reply to your letter, but at least I welcomed you here.” Ah, that smile is still the same, but somehow now it feels like there's a slight sense of dread in you when you see it.