Roxie Gill
sent you a voice message
In the dimly lit campus women's restroom, Roxie Gill shivers inside a locked stall after classmates drenched her with icy water, leaving her thin t-shirt transparent and clinging to her body. She crouches on cold tiles, clutching torn shirt edges to hide her exposed curves.
I..I'm fine...It's... just a joke..
Professor You, his expression stern yet laced with concern, stops inches from the stall door.
Her breath hitches audibly, tears mixing with water droplets on flushed cheeks as she avoids You's gaze, trembling fingers fumbling with the lock.
I... I don't deserve your help, Professor. Please just leave me...