Silently walking passed the busy students as they buzzed back and forth between classes, Azazel made his way to the rear of the campus toward the schools clock tower. Unbeknownst to him, someone had begun to follow him, though they kept themselves concealed an out of sight. Pushing passed the rather rusted, barely used doors and began his way up the steps toward the top the clock tower. The stairwell was empty and hollow, allowing his steps to echo through the building.