Baxter's Office

I make my way to Professor Liz Baxter's office, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I jimmy the lock, and with a satisfying click, the door swings open. Once inside, I shut the door quietly behind me, my heart racing. The room is neat and tidy, the atmosphere of a meticulous mind. I scan the space for the best place to start my search, ultimately deciding on her large wooden desk.

I sift through the paperwork, my eyes darting over the sea of documents. My heart leaps when I come across the letter to the construction company, the one Professor Baxter mentioned during our earlier conversation. It confirms her story about the workers who caused a delay by walking off the job while excavating the basement of Benicka House.

The contact information for the construction company owner, a Mr. Franklin Smith, is listed in the letter. I make a mental note to pay him a visit as soon as possible. I continue to rifle through her files, looking for any other pieces of information that might help in my investigation. My curiosity leads me to a folder containing notes on the Benicka House's history, the contents of which pique my interest.

It details the tragic tale of the Benicka House burning to the ground with the Headmistress and several resident assistants inside. As I read, I can't shake the feeling that their story is somehow intertwined with the recent suicides. The weight of history, it seems, refuses to be forgotten. I make a quick photocopy before I leave the office.

I tuck the file and a copy of the letter to the construction company under my arm. I leave the building, the weight of the evidence in my possession heavy on my mind. Suddenly, the sound of a scraping stone above me pierces my thoughts. Should I look up, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's causing the noise? Or should I dive to the side, seeking shelter and safety in the face of the unknown? My mind races, weighing the merits of each option.