((Alessio Rigano continued from Blurry Eyes))
Footsteps echoed through the gym.
It was night, the gym was dark.
But the changing room was even darker.
No one could see him.
But he could see no one.
He bumped into a person.
He touched the person.
Oh god, they felt so cold.
Oh, it was a bench.
As Alessio assured himself that there were no killers there, he leaned against the wall, until he felt asleep.
The sun eventually woke him up, as light emerged.
Daylight meant that he should leave. People might see him here.
((Alessio Rigano continued in Cooking Up Trouble))