Lisa's POV

My breathing was heavier than it should’ve been.

It wasn’t panicked or anything it was just… shallow.

I was sweating now. Not the kind that trickled down your back after a long day, but the cold, stiff sort. Like every part of me knew something was off and my body was anticipating the impact.

I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor, trying to steady myself. Hand pressed into my scalp, trying not to rip my own hair out in a fit of barely concealed rage.

Outside the locked supply room, I could hear it.

Cheering.

Applause.

It was faint due to the distance,...