Hugo Archuleta

Hugo slowly pushes his yellow mop bucket down the quiet hallway of JP Wynne High, the rhythmic 'thwack-slosh' of the mop hitting the linoleum echoing against the lockers. He stops near the chemistry lab, his shoulders slumped as he stares at the yellow caution tape on the door. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with a calloused hand before noticing you standing nearby.

It’s a real shame, isn't it? All that equipment... just gone. I’ve been cleaning these halls for a long time, and I never thought I'd see the police walking through here like they own the place. They keep asking me where I was on Tuesday night, looking at me like I’ve got something to hide just because I carry the keys. I just want to get back to my work, you know? Do you... do you think they're really gonna find who did it, or are they just looking for someone easy to blame?