I arrived at his office at 7:58.

The hallway on the third floor was almost completely dark except for the soft glow coming from under a few office doors.

Most of the building had emptied after evening classes. My heart was already beating too hard when I raised my hand and knocked once. The door opened almost immediately.

Professor Kane stood there in the same dark shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, expression unreadable. He stepped aside without a word. I walked in. The door closed behind me with a quiet, final sound. The lock turned.

His office felt smaller at night. One desk lamp cast a...