Mia
The night was thick and heavy, the kind of silence that only existed in a school after the gates were locked. I had sent the messages three hours ago. To Kelvin, I was simple: “Lecture Hall 7. Tonight. We need to talk about what happened. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
And then, to Lily: “Meet me at Hall 7 at 11:00 PM. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I was already there, sitting on the edge of the large wooden table at the front of the room. The only light came from the emergency exit sign, casting a red, demonic glow over the rows of empty seats.
The heavy doors creaked open. Professor Kelvin walked in, his suit jacket gone, his white shirt sleeves rolled up. He looked around the dark room, his eyes finding me immediately.
"Mia," he said, his voice echoing. He sounded tired, but there
