Following the directions the secretary gave you, it only takes a few minutes to reach the principal's office (and, despite the vial in your pocket, you managed to avoid getting distracted). You knock on the door, peeking through the glass, then shove it open when a woman with her back to you beckons you through. She seems to be finishing up a phone call, but you don't mind the wait - it's a very nice view. Heels, a form-fitting business suit with a short skirt, long red hair...

Your thoughts are interrupted when the woman tosses the phone onto her desk and turns around to face you. Licking your lips nervously, you recognise her as the beauty that was in Jessica's photo - and she looks pissed.

"You ate my daughter," she says, eyes narrow.

Maybe licking your lips wasn't such a good idea...