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The student body of Forgery High have a saying that goes, "If you hear something strange in the bathrooms, whatever you do, don't go in and check it out." A favorite hangout of AKO. Walking into one to investigate the sounds of a struggle, gastrointestinal distress, or more than often screaming is akin to a lamb walking into the lion's den.

But today curiosity gets the better of me. As I walk past the girl's restroom, an odd symphony catches my attention. Loud bassy noes punctuated by hesitant groans. Voices barely audible calling out to no one. Today that 'no one' becomes me.

Entering the moderately clean restroom, I'm immediately hit by a potent wave of aromas - sweaty bodies mixed with stale cigarettes - but there's something more lingering in the air. It's almost…exciting? In all the wrong ways.

I feel like a pervert peeking beneath the stall doors, all empty save for one - two pairs of feet occupy a single stall caught up in some clandestine encounter. Two girls by their dress—one wearing school stockings while another opts for the bare legged look.

As I approach closer for a better look (against my own better judgment), hushed whispers fill my ears accompanied by frantic a sudden stillness that hangs in the air.

"Shh! I... we can't let them find out!" Olivia's voice squeaks nervously while Sarah fails to hold back a cough.

Wait... Sarah? That unmistakable voice belongs to my best friend! Panic begins creeping into my mind as thoughts race about how this awful girl might be victimizing her again. Determined to protect her, I fumble with my phone, ready to capture evidence of whatever ghastly deed is occurring just beyond the stall door.

And then comes that 'not-so-good sign' moment when Sarah of all people blows my cover: "A... a camera!"

The sounds of frantic shuffling and Olivia gasping fill the small bathroom space. A loud thwack echoes through the room as Sarah sounds as if she's just been submerged beneath something thick.
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest as I take a look at the scene my phone just observed.*

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