Back into the hallway you go, the prison-cement shaded walls feel closer together, but that’s not possible. Right? Panic sets in as you realize you left the room before you could ask where the bathroom is. Feet planted in the middle of the static carpet, everything starts to spin. Your heart pounds and a damp sheen of sweat forms on your palms. Roth’s shallow, friendly exterior won’t hold up if he finds you wandering the hall. Or worse, Hargreaves, the so-called illustrious groundskeeper.
When it feels like your heart is about to pound out of your chest, a hand latches onto your shoulder, stopping the frantic beating in its tracks. Spinning around and expecting the end to arrive quickly, you come face to face with McGregor, a finger pressed to his lips. The room he’s pulled you into would
