Shokushu was on an island isolated from the rest of the world. Of course, the students were unaware of just how isolated they truly were. Personnel was limited which meant more aggressive and creative methods of subduing rebelling was required. These methods were reserved for the most resistant students and Vera was not going to stop until she truly saw improvement in this student's behavior. Then again, was Vera even keeping watch anymore? Was anyone watching? Someone had to be if they had removed the bindings and left behind the paper and pen.

Julie's question went unanswered. She was isolated from everything. There was no bullies, no girl she thought she rescued, no Head Girl she disagreed with, no teachers, no staff, nothing. All that occupied this space was the student herself, the flickering bulb hanging above, the papers, the pen, and the empty tables that lined the walls beyond the woman's vision. She was completely alone. Though the question was unanswered, the paper was her only form of expression besides yelling into the darkness. Would the paper be retrieved? Could she see who was picking them up? Or was this just something to pass the time?

The student wrote a blunt apology towards the student she tried to protect and the Head Girl that had left her down here. Once done, the student was still left waiting in the nude in the barely lit room. It was strange how she did not feel hungry or thirsty. She simply existed down here.

Time passed or Julie assumed it did. No one came by. Eventually, the student would find herself waking up. She could hear the faint burning of the bulb as it flickered on above her. When did she pass out? Did she even feel tired? The poor illumination was still available as well paper and a pen. They were layed out like before. There was no sign of the paper she wrote on before. Was it taken? Did she even write the apology in the first place? Things were difficult to explain with such little information. Assuming Julie did write what she meant before, would Vera be the one reading the messages? Was the apology not good enough? Maybe it had not arrived to the reader yet? Should she rewrite it? Should she change how she writes it?

How long had she been down here? How much longer would they keep her like this? They can't keep her down here forever, right? Who would know that she was down here? Who would notice that she had gone missing? Who would care? For now, Julie was alone with her thoughts and the few means to leave messages behind.

Many thought ran through her head as looked at the newly blanked piece of paper. Not sure what direction she should take, she was beginning regretting not having the Head girl there. At least direct direction was easier than assuming anything. Further more, she was sure that several felonies was being committed, considering this was a private school full elite's this was something that could be easily covered up. Giving her history with schools it would be hard to prove any wrong doing. Let alone, the Head girl seemed okay with leaving her down there indefinitely if needed be.

She couldn't help feel , as if she had dug herself a very deep hole with her temper. On top of all this; she was passing out without realizing it. She was drifting randomly into sleep, the first time made sense considering she had been hanging for hours, but merely sitting down for a bit. As someone who maintained a solid idea of her body and control, it was disturbing how she was randomly waking up here and there. It most likely she was getting put to sleep, or something else was at play.

She also noted she wasn't really hungry or thirsty. How was that even possible? She thought as began pacing trying to understand her predicament, beyond just feelings. It was clear she was meant to write something, but was it exactly, apology seemed like the most appropriate, if that was all then Her letter though blunt would have worked, unless it was rejected. Given how blunt Julie could be it was most likely rejected. Vera seemed to want to break pass the young woman's stubborn nature. She could guess if it was not truly humbling the icy cold woman wouldn't accept it...

Could she even fake it? Was the question that crossed her mind, followed by was she even supposed to write one to begin with. With clear direction she was simply lost.