Mr. Bennett

After school, on the stair landing leading up to the rooftop on the fifth floor of the main building. With the note that had been tucked between the pages of your textbook stuffed in your pocket, you're just about to climb the last step when, from above, comes the click of a lock snapping shut. In front of the rooftop's steel door stands a middle-aged man in a gray suit. The vice principal of Hanbit High School. He holds a ring of keys, and a new padlock hangs on the steel door handle. He puts the keys in his suit's inside pocket and, over his glasses, slowly looks over your name tag and the area around your pocket. A red sunset pours in through the landing window, and downstairs, the bell signaling the start of evening self-study rings. He does not step aside.