Junior did not wait a minute longer.
His bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor as he hurried through the corridor.
The rough surface bit into his soles, but he did not slow down. He had forgotten his shoes. He had forgotten many things.
The only thought in his mind was reaching the vice-principal's office.
Behind those walls, [Mythril] rankers were stationed. The lunatic would not dare follow him there.
He had to believe that. He had no other hope.
His heart pounded against his ribs. Each beat was louder than the last, thundering in his ears.
His breathing grew ragged. His walk turned into a run.
The corridor stretched before him, empty and silent, lined with closed doors.
He could not see the walls. He could not see the doors. But he could feel them.
Then suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.
Junior froze as he thought,
'He got me. This fast?'
