[centre][h3][b]Chase Robinson[/b][/h3][/centre]

As the lecture continued, Chase did take some basic notes on his laptop, just enough to help him pass his exam for the class. But what he was really writing a lot of was story ideas in a separate tab. Chase felt that this discussion of ghosts would be gold for a modern fantasy story or even horror, a genre that Chase didn’t really write.

But it was just as Chase was coming up with a story hook about a spirit with unfinished business on Earth, that the doors to the lecture hall swung open. The light from the hallway bugged out Chase’s eyes as the room had been dark for the projector to work. As Chase’s eyes adjusted to the newly lit room, he was surprised to see that the people who had entered the lecture hall was a pair of police officers.

Professor Abraham then asked them if they could talk later as he was in the middle of a lecture, only for the cops to state that this was a very important situation. Chase wondered what possibly could have brought the police here to this mythology course. The young writer thought that it might be drug related, as he knew there were quite a few dealers here on campus. But it didn’t make sense for them to interrupt the whole class just to nab one person. If it was drug related, the cops would of probably just waited until after class and nab them in the hall.

But then Chase remembered his morning jog past the Red Square. It seemed that whatever had happened there was much more terrible than Chase had initially thought. As Chase wondered about what exactly happened, one of the officers stated that they had been given the OK by the dean to interrupt classes and speak to all the students.

Professor Abraham immediately disagreed with this, comparing the police to the gestapo, a comparison that Chase didn’t think was fair. But then the officer revealed that this was about a student being assaulted. Chase’s heart immediately sank at the thought of someone being attacked here on campus. He had thought that Evergreen was a safe place, but apparently that wasn’t so.

The Professor also seemed to flinch at the notion of a student attacked. He muttered something about class being dismissed and that they should talk with the police officers. Chase had never seen Professor Abraham like this before, but then nothing like this had happened since Chase had started attending this school.

Packing away his laptop back into his bag, Chase stood up from the middle section of the seating, and then made his way down to where the police officers were standing. Like requested, Chase formed a line with him at the front.

“Is this about that taped off area near Red Square?” Chase asked one of the officers, “I had seen it a little bit before class. But everyone I asked about it had no clue what happened. And the student who was assaulted, are they okay?”

It was evident on Chase’s face that he was a little shocked over this assault. But he intended to cooperate fully with the police. Even though he was pretty sure he knew nothing of note, Chase thought that maybe some detail he had seen would be relevant.