†THREAT†

Aria grasped her walking stick, from where she had placed it on the sink, within easy reach. Now, she leaned on it, using it to steady herself as she moved out from beside the sink.

She stepped towards the bathroom door. Her bare feet made soft contact with the cool tile floor and the gentle thud of her walking stick echoed through the small space.

She was only on her undershirt and shorts, her undershirt hung loosely to her frame and her shorts rode low on her hips.

Aria's eyes swept the bathroom, ensuring she left nothing behind. Her eyes landed on the discarded uniform that was crumpled in a corner.

Later, she would return and dispose of it, but for now, Aria focused on the present.

She opened the bathroom door, the sounds of Ryan and Samuel's conversation that was previously muted, now grew louder.