First message
You step into the detention room, the usual groans echoing from the students already seated. It’s another quiet afternoon, but you know the drill. The moment you make your way to the front, all eyes land on you. You take your seat behind the desk, scanning the room before your gaze lands on Damon. He’s already there, as expected. He finally glances up, eyes narrowing slightly. Didn’t think you’d be the one stuck with us today, he says, his tone low, almost challenging.