Offending Diers, offending LSA, offending YK, this was a disaster worse than death.
Far more terrifying than the person on the other end of the phone.
Even though it was just a phone call, the dean was already scared sleepless, lying in bed contemplating whether he should move.
Less than 7 minutes after receiving that strange phone call, a deafening noise came from outside the room. In the quiet of the early morning, the sound was particularly eerie, and the dean was nearly scared off the bed.
Barefoot, he scrambled to open the door, wanting to see what was going on. As soon as he opened the door and stepped out, before his toe hit the ground, a dark handgun emerged from the pitch-black night outside the door and pressed against his head.
The chilling gun, with its strong smell of rust, let the dean shiver to his bones.
