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The old school building, just across the field of the basketball court, was a monument to a strange, eerie era. When John A. Macdonald High School was called Prester John High School, 19 years ago. 

Prester John High suffered from a string of disasters the moment the red ribbon was cut. A student fell to his death when a railing gave way. A teacher hung himself in front of his class. A mere year after its opening, Prester John closed. It took another 4 years before John A. Macdonald High was built next to it. Most of the old school buildings were demolished, except one.

Gale came here sometimes. It was quiet, and Seiichi, the only other guy that came here on a consistent basis, kept himself busy and quiet with his kendo practice. The old classroms had the courtesy to keep the chairs and tables. All high quality wood, so no rust to deal with. A few cushions here and there, and Gale could nap in between classes. Pushing up one of the pillows he brought in, Gale closed his eyes and dreamed. His father wanted him to 'become a real man', but the meaning of that seemed so far away from him. He also told him never to ask another guy about what that meant, but whatever his father didn't know couldn't hurt him.

A loud thud, of a box dropped onto the floor, shattered his idle thoughts.

"Someone's here?" he whispered to himself. Seiichi never made that much noise, not even on special occasions.

His train of thought derailed again, when he stepped out of the abandoned classroom. There were people downstairs. 2 adult men standing around a 2 giant black crates. The moment Gale saw one of them carry a gun, he ducked out of sight. Silenced pistols. These men were making a trade of something here.

"You got the goods?!" yelled out one of them.

Gale clenched his teeth, poking his head out from behind his hiding spot. Two men, trenchcoats, armed with silenced weapons. If either of them died, or noticed Gale, no one would know until the scent of rotting flesh set in. It was a distressing thought, Gale had realised.