The old middle school building was renovated into an elderly activity center after the school moved elsewhere.
Nearby elderly would often spend time there.
Many retired teachers were still living in the dorm building within the school grounds.
As the three of them couldn’t drive their cars inside, they reached the dorm building on foot.
It was a decrepit building. On each of the five floors, there were a series of rooms resembling cla*srooms.
Judging from the clothes hanging in front of the doors, it was evident not many teachers lived there anymore.
Elektra made a call before a middle-aged woman welcomed them inside. She was Jennifer Valentine, the daughter of the old principal, Nicholas Valentine.
“Greetings. My father had just woken up, so feel free to talk with him.” There were
