RIVAL’S POV
When the chants died down the guards excourted me back to the dorm, I walked back into the room they called a dorm like it was anything but a cage, I know I say it every time but that the reality..
The hallway was unusually cold not because the air was freezing or something, but because he wasn’t walking next to me. Shadow wasn’t humming some offbeat tune or wasn’t cracking a joke to cut through the tension and he wasn’t alive either he was dead and I was the one that murdered him.
Because I made it that way and I didn't have a choice to begin with, the scent of sweat, bleach, and metal hit me like a wall the moment I pushed open the heavy steel door. My boots echoed across the concrete floor. I expected silence.
But someone was already inside the dorm room, a figure stood
