am I tragic?

Ulysses could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

The hallway lined with doors to various teachers' offices stretched on ahead of him, pitch black. He was holding a lighter, but the small flame could only do so much against the darkness. He'd almost twisted his ankle just making his way over to the school from the dorms, startled by some scuttling that had suddenly seemed to come from way closer to him than he was comfortable with.

So why was he even here? Well, there'd been the note. And all the lights were out today. And... Ulysses didn't make great decisions. Just in life. In general. So, he'd thought maybe visiting some offices under the cover of darkness was a fine way to pass the time tonight.

He was already reconsidering that thought when the lighter's flame flickered out, suddenly.

"That's fine," Ulysses said to himself after a beat, reflexively reaching for his pocket, for... something he'd actually left behind at the dorms. "This is fine."

But it was not fine. The darkness had swallowed him up, and that meant that what little bumper there'd been between him and whatever the everloving fuck kept making those noises in the shadows was just gone. And almost immediately, he could hear something coming up behind him. So he startled forward, with several long, quick strides --

And promptly walked into a wall. Right, the hallway actually took a turn, there. He knew he should've at least looked at the floor layout before he'd come here, or something!

"... Oww."

This was going to go great for him.

[ooc: Oh so open for anyone else wandering the halls/breaking into offices!]