Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Reviewing the tapes

Frank couldn’t sleep. He spent his weekend holed up in the school’s security office, scrolling through every bit of recorded footage he could find. Every hallway, every blind spot, every minute from the past week. He knew there had to be a mistake somewhere. And then he saw it—a shadow crossing the southeast corner at 3:04 a.m. Something the saboteur hadn’t expected.