You travel through the hallways, Leighton directing you with an arm on your shoulder. Cream drips behind you, but Leighton seems unconcerned by the mess.

He pushes you towards the cafeteria. It's often empty at this time of day, but you hear voices within. You hesitate, until Leighton jabs you through the doors.

Several members of non-teaching staff sit chatting around a table. Their heads turn to regard you, and their jaws drop. You keep your eyes fixed ahead as Leighton marches you by. | + Trauma | + Stress