Ms. Bustier wasn't looking too good. Her usual cheery smile was replaced with a saddened frown, and a furrowed brow that grew deeper as her eyes trailed the stack of papers in her hand.

I was confused. Now what was Ms. Bustier doing with a purple Manila envelope? The same exact one as my math teacher!

I decided to investigate.

Walking up to her desk, I gave her a smile. "Good morning Ms. Bustier! You look really upset. How are you doing?"

She appeared startled, and slammed down the papers on her desk, plastering a fake smile. "Ah good morning Ellie! I'm doing just swell. What would make you think I'm upset?"

"Oh, no reason. You just seem pretty worried earlier. Are we going to be watching a documentary in class today?"

"Yes, its history on the French Revolution! It's always good to understand the history behind the language you're learning!" She said as she slipped the papers into the envelope, one by one.

Her hands were slightly shaking.

She's nervous. If anything was taught to these past few years of my life, it was body language. Something is deeply bothering my sweet sweet French teacher, and it is up to me to figure out what is going on.

"Okay, thank you!" I walked back toward her desk and sat patiently as the bell rang. Ms. Bustier set up the projector, all the while her hands were still shaking.

Halfway through the documentary, I noticed something moving in the corner of her eye. As I moved my head, I saw Ms. Bustier walking outside the classroom and into the hallway, Manila envelope in hand.

I let Kagami know I needed to use the bathroom and followed carefully behind my teacher.

Sure enough, We ended up at the principals office and I had to use my earring twice more times than usual in order to keep my stalking low profile.

I kept my ears on the door — there were quiet muffles at first, but the yells got louder and louder till it was clear as day what was going on.

"No Mr. Damocles! Under no circumstances will I join your little cult!"

She was cut off. "Now, Ms. Bustier. Let's calm down shall we? Don't be delusional."

"Delusional? No! I've had enough of working here and having to deal with the constant pressure of having to please you crime lords! I sure have dealt with it in the past and kept it in, but not anymore. This plan is absolutely absurd! I'm going to contact the police and have you all taken down! And also, I QUIT!"

Her hand twisted the doorknob, and I hid around the corner of the hallway wall. A muffle was heard from Mr. Damocles.

Silence.

The doorknob slowly untwisted, and the door didn't open. 2 minutes pass.

The door still hasn't opened.

What happened? Where is Ms. Bustier?

5 minutes pass.

10 minutes pass.

No sign of my teacher. By now, Kagami is probably worried, and class is almost over. Where is my teacher?

I wait a couple more minutes until the door knob finally twists again. Relief washes over me as I hide behind the corner.

The relief was then sucked away like the contents of a vacuum chamber as I look at who walks out. It's not Ms. Bustier, but instead a very large bodyguard looking man walking out of the door and down the hallway with a large bag.

My heart sinks. A foul odor is smelt from the room, and I feel sick to my stomach. I know that smell. Ultima venena.

Did they just kill Ms. Bustier?

And I hope you guys at least are okay with this short update! Next one should come out pretty soon. ️ thanks for reading :-)