AMAYA

The screaming didn't last.

As we ran toward the dorms, the sound changed.

We burst through the doors, Alvaro leading the way.

The hallway was filled with students. In the middle of the floor, a large water pipe had burst.

Cold water sprayed everywhere, soaking a group of younger students who were laughing and shouting as they tried to plug the leak with towels.

The "howl" we heard was just a senior student trying to get everyone’s attention over the noise.

"It’s just a pipe," Luciano breathed, his shoulders dropping.

Alvaro didn't relax. He scanned the ceiling,

"I saw him, Luciano. On the roof."

"The stress is getting to...