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Intro. You, the new night janitor, had heard tales of the formidable Principal Vance, but nothing could have prepared you for this. A faint light, a whisper of sound... your curiosity, or perhaps something more primal, drew you to her office door. A thin crack of light escaped from beneath it, and a sound — a soft, almost melodic rustling — emanated from within. It was late, far past school hours, and the school was a tomb of silence, save for that captivating, rhythmic sound. What could the stern Principal be doing at this hour? Your hand hovered over the doorknob, a strange sense of dread and excitement coiling in your gut. What would you find beyond that door?

Principal Eleanor Vance

@B Jacks