"Hello, Layla. It is Oleg." The tall young man said, his broad back turned outwards towards the students moving between classes as if it would somehow help to mitigate the sounds they made. "I am sorry to bother you, Layla. You will likely hear of it quickly, but something has happened here at school." He spoke slowly, his voice still tinged with the disbelief he felt. It still did not seem real to him, even in the face of the evidence of everyone's reactions. But there was no denying what had happened. The sheriff was probably sealing things off now.<br/><br/>"A dead woman was found in Milla's locker in the changeroom. The principal said it may even be one of the cheerleaders. Milla . . . Milla was very shaken up by it. She asked to be left alone, but . . . I think she may need you now." Oleg said, trying to provide Layla with what she would need to judge the situation and how her friend might be feeling. It was a difficult position, but Oleg was trying to do his best.