Passing Time. That’s all I’m doing here.

Days merge into one another. The routine helps.

I keep to myself. I don’t get involved in the fights, spread rumours, or take sides. Nobody bothers me. When Jackson had to spend a week in the infirmary I was let alone.

My only goal is to walk out of those gates. Until then, it’s just a dream.

I can’t wait to wake up.

Match the story (and the number) to the face at Mirrors.

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