ALL WAS NICE except in the eyes of Lance Reyes, a forty-year-old Utility Personnel of the Xyrale High School.

Another year for this school, meant, another year in his contract. Today was the seventh day of June, the first day of School. Everyone was busy, and so as he. He left the stockroom with a mop and a bucket of mostly filled with water. Now his day started.

Before the flag ceremony began for today was Monday, he aimed to finish his task. For sure, cleaning the fifty meters long corridor was a task he was confident he could survive. He started on the right end of the narrow area.

The water inside the bucket was a solution with detergent, he placed it on the particular side of the corridor. He dipped the mop into it. Dipped it again. He never stopped dipping it until the bucket bubbled and so as the mop.

The solution continued to drip as the mop traveled from the bucket to the well-maintained floor. He squeezed the mop to it and wiped it toward. Repeated the process again. And again. Up until he finished the first meter of the corridor. He moved backward.

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It had been already four months since Principal Keen Madrigal vanished without a trace. Everyone together with him remained confused about what exactly had happened by that day. He never logged himself out in this school.

Though it was always a scenario that he left late, his car was still in here, parked. And if ever he left without his car, the security would know. Should know. Supposedly knew. But they didn't.

Again the process continued. He was done on the fifth meter. It was still mysterious how a closed circuit television lost sight of him the moment he was accessing the corridor. The video recording didn't serve any hint. The only thing they had, gave no clue.

Everybody admired that Principal for he possessed the attitude of being one. He never made it late, and moreover, he left late. He exercised thriftiness even though his salary enabled him to acquire something that others couldn't. He remained low pride and respectable person, up until he vanished. Even though it happened, the image of him left untarnished.