Headmistress Brume arrived with a lantern. She found no mouse. She found chaos. And at her feet, the shoe—monogrammed with the initials of the oldest, cruelest student.

That night, while the older students crept to the pantry, they found the door unlocked. Inside: not bread, but fourteen wooden blocks painted to look like loaves. And sitting atop them, a note in Malice's handwriting: "Dear thieves, Bread is soft. So are little children. You used to be both. Tonight, you'll eat your own hunger. P.S. Headmistress Brume has been notified that someone will be in the pantry at 1 AM. She has also been told there's a mouse. She hates mice. She brings her cane." They heard footsteps. Heavy. Measured. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Marie finally spoke. Just one word, across the table.