Rosy’s P.O.V
Our dean was a bald, short, stern man.
Who made every student run the opposite direction just by merely seeing him approaching.
After we went to the head of security around campus, he escorted us to Mr Overby’s office.
“Explain yourself.” The man commanded, the second we stepped into the space.
“I didn’t get lost or abducted last night,” I calmly began.
“Apparently,” he waved me to continue.
But not like he was curious about what more I had to say. Kind of like in a ‘can’t wait to decide on a verdict’ sort of manner.
“I have sleepwalking problems,” I spoke with a straight face.
“And due to the constant danger that’s looming over campus lately, the pressure must have gotten to me.”
“You don’t say,” he sarcastically remarked.
“I’d say my roommate can attest to th
