( Peering through the slits in the locker... )
( The red glow, the heart shape... It hit her like a truck. She was already well-aware of what a SOUL was, what they looked like, what her own looked like, at that... This was somebody's SOUL, abandoned in a locker. )
Upon sensing her presence, the banging changed, becoming a more rhythmic tapping, as if to show that whatever it was wasn’t just some kind of beast