Ruaan walked to the administrator's office with the aura of someone who had no idea what they were walking into and was too tired to be properly scared about it. He had never been called to the administrator's office before, and he had never been there. He didn't even know who to meet.
He had questions. Too many of them. About Harolin. Harolin had been alive at breakfast. He had kissed him before leaving and also said he would be back by evening. Between that morning and the fire at 2am was a gap of approximately fourteen hours that nobody had explained and nobody seemed to be asking about loudly enough. Where had Harolin been before the fire?
He knocked on the administrator's door.
"Come in." He heard a voice and rubbed his sweaty palms over his black uniform.
"I hope it's not someone too strict or someone I have no idea about that is in there," he said to himself and pushed it open.
