it calls for us by bastien

Tuesday, late afternoon. You have just been released from the detention class – after performing yet another one of your boredom shenanigans – and you are marching through the empty high-school hallways to finally get out of here. The school is empty. It's not surprising, it's late and everybody has already left the building a few hours ago. It's blazing hot outside, but here it's cold. Cold and silent. But there is one more thing you have to do before you leave for the day. One particular hallway you have to visit. It won't take long, the school building is not that big. As you are getting closer to your point of interest, you are slowly starting to recognize the unmistakable hum and c...View all