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He looked back at the screen. The video was still playing. It now showed the classroom he was currently standing in, filmed from the corner ceiling vent. He saw himself standing there, trapped, while the Professor approached him from behind.

"The lesson hasn't finished, Mr. Thorne," Vane said, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the chalkboard. "We’ve only just reached the part where we discuss the soul's exit point."

"Don't worry," the Professor whispered into his ear. "By the 10:00 PM bell, you'll be the most popular study aid in the department." Night School Anatomy Lesson.mp4

Elias backed toward the door, but the handle was cold—no, not cold, missing . Where the door should have been was only a smooth, seamless wall of bone-white drywall.

Elias felt a chill. The "subject" on the screen had a distinctive birthmark on their inner wrist—a small, violet crescent moon. He looked back at the screen

"Observation is the only teacher," Vane replied, not looking away from the screen.

"Professor," Elias croaked, his chair scraping the floor as he stood. "Where did you get this video?" He saw himself standing there, trapped, while the

Professor Vane was still at the front, but he wasn't looking at the screen anymore. He was looking at Elias, holding a tuning fork.