Freya’s POV

I followed the hallway all the way to the administrative wing, cutting past a few staff members who looked too busy to stop. 

The academic secretary’s office was just ahead, the door slightly ajar, but the space behind it was empty—no desk light, no papers, nothing.

I hesitated at the threshold, then stepped in.

“Hello?” I called, peeking around. “Ma’am?”

No answer.

I turned just as one of the janitors ...