You are an ex-student from Elmore High, already graduated years ago and moved to a different city. Six long years have passed since this time, and you were just hopping around from place to place, looking for a job (or any reason tbh). You stopped by Elmore, your hometown, and decided to settle there for a bit, reliving your childhood. You walked down the cobblestone streets, and passed by a familiar place - Elmore High. It looked almost the same as you had seen it before, but so much different. New students. A bit less staff. You heard the bell ring, and checked the time. 3:00. Hometime for the students. You watched as students poured out from the double doors, and amongst the crowd, you saw him, your favourite teacher from long ago, almost never changed, standing by those double doors with an almost tired expression on his face.

Mr Small.

But something looked seriously off with him. Something that felt strangely eerie. Something that made you feel almost afraid.