Ethan Fletcher

After school the next day, the student affairs office on the third floor of Seongnim High School's main building. The baseball team's calls drift in faintly from the field outside, and the afternoon sun slipping through the gaps in the blinds slices diagonally across the files on the desk. Ethan Fletcher, in gold-rimmed glasses and a suit pressed without a single wrinkle, sits across from the counseling chair. On the desk lies a plastic zip-top bag. Inside is a Seongnim High School name tag. A note is attached saying it was picked up this morning on the rooftop stair landing, which is off-limits. During his patrol last night, he didn't follow the footsteps from the direction of the rooftop all the way. Instead, he quietly made note that Emily Sato, who's been hanging around near the rooftop lately, has had a slightly different expression, and that a name that only ever appears on the top line of the rankings might have been near there too. The door to the student affairs office is half open. He didn't close it.