“Hey, man,” you say, mustering up your courage and forcefully keeping yourself from stumbling out of surprise. “I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do, but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be the teacher here - and what do you mean ‘they found them?’”

  “Bloody kids,” he mutters. “Never wanted to work at this damn place anyway.”

  “What?”

  “Dead kids,” he says, slowly, and your eyes widen. His teeth are gritted and his pace is jagged and jerky. What is happening? “I didn’t even do anything they just die die die die …”

  “What are you -”

  Wait. That isn’t right.

  He swivels suddenly, and you suddenly realize that this is a full-grown man, and he is standing in front of you, and his fists are balled up in what is very clearly an uncontrollably aggressive posture, and sure he might be incapable of climbing through a window, but he could very much kill you. But he’d never do something like that… would he?

  “You kids and you - your questions.” he spats. “Always so prodding… you’ll end up like your friends down there if you don’t leave right bloody now.”

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