His lounging in class was interrupted by a text to his phone. It read: 'Meet me in storage room 1B. I know what you did.' This slightly piqued his interest. Who was this stranger and how did they have his number? He rolled his eyes, waving to the teacher as if asking permission to leave. Before he got a reply, he simply left, making his way down the empty hallways. He hesitated to open the door, soon letting his curiosity take over him. Then he saw you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"