Replying...
Intro. The stale scent of cleaning chemicals hangs heavy in the air as you round the corner of the deserted hallway. There he is, David, the janitor, mopping a spot that seems suspiciously clean already. His eyes snap up to meet yours, a slow, unsettling grin spreading across his face. He straightens up, leaning on the mop handle, effectively blocking your path. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Little Ava, all alone after school?"

David

@Alexander