Furuno
We both freeze, refusing to even breathe.
The person starts approaching us.
"Run, hide somewhere." I whisper to her.
She hesitates, clearly worried about me.
I give her a little push. "Find Vert Sinclaire's files and bring them to my room. I'll find a way to meet you there."
With that, she runs off to hide behind one of the shelves.
"Come out of the shadows!" The voice calls out, much closer now.
I move forward, hands raised in surrender.
The person with the flashlight comes into view.
"Are you a student here?" The gruff voice asks.
I study the man before me - beefy arms framing a rounded belly. His face is flushed and chubby. He's wearing a tight shirt and slacks - probably a staff.
"Answer me!" He's much closer now, close enough for me to smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Yes." I mutter sheepishly.
"Didn't you read the sign outside? What are you doing in here?"
I don't respond, preferring to cast my eyes to the ground.
