Leave a gift.

You get up well after midnight and dress in black pants and turtleneck, rolling a balaclava up and wearing it as a watch cap. You turn your phone to silent and place it and a clasp knife in separate pockets of your cargo pants. You place the box you prepared in a black plastic bag before you step out into the night.

The folder distributed at the faculty meeting has made your job easier. The list of student contact numbers and accommodations has negated any need to do any additional research, and you grin at how easy this should be.

You slip through the night towards the Mellon building, your senses on alert for any sound but hearing none. You slip into the building through a side door, making your way on silent feet to the second floor. It takes you only a minute to locate Chanel's room, and listen carefully at the door, hearing nothing.

You ease the door open, your ears pricked for any sound from within the room, but hear none. Carefully you slip into the room, shutting the door behind yourself and letting your eyes adjust to the moonlight leaking through the window.

The room is empty. The beds are unmade but unoccupied. You nod, assuming that Chanel and her roommate have gone out to party again. You're a little surprised, given how frightened she was after you intervened last night, but you give a silent smile at the resilience of teenage girls.

Using the light from your cell phone you quickly determine which bed belongs to Chanel and place the ribboned box on the pillow. You consider tossing the place, but decide against it, not knowing how soon she might return and wanting to preserve the longer game you have conceived.

Your work done, you listen at the door for sounds in the hallway. Hearing none, you slip out of the room and close the door behind you.