you woke up in a dorm, your hand tapped to the headboard and your injuries patched up. You take off the tape and get up, taking in the environment. You attempt the door, but its locked. You pick the lock from some random paperclip. You see some people outside in the yard, some people of inside talking. But mainly, you a piano. It sounds good. A subtle hum along with the notes coming from upstairs of the school. You go up the stairs, ready for anything. Flight or fight kicking in
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