A pair of lilac shaded eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from the small windows above.

The person lying on the cold ceramic floor took in their surroundings, noticing the dead lights in the ceiling and the tangled mess of cables hanging down.

Even some of the ceilings were gone, left to the bones and some foundations for the attic.

The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding.

She sat up, observed her left hand - a slim forearm with smooth skin and delicate fingers ending in a beautiful palm.

With effort, she lifted her body off the ground, sitting on the floor with legs forward.

Her eyes were on her slim legs for a while.

Her feet were covered in dark colored shoes and slick socks that disappeared into a dark plaid skirt.

It was difficult to make out the exact color of the clothing in the dark.

She slowly reached up to touch her hair, feeling its length as it cascaded down their back, the length as low as her waist.

“What just happened?”

She whispered to herself, whispering. The voice that came out of her mouth was notably softer and higher pitched.

There were so many questions racing through her mind.

Quickly, she got on her feet.

"Strange. I can move my body parts lightly."

She stretched her arms up into the sky. Her body felt fit and agile.

Unlike her body in real life, which had suffered from severe muscle cramps and dislocated joints, this one was brand new.

She looked to the front and to the back, taking in details from each angle. Strangely, everything appeared the same, the shape of the corner and the windows on each end had no difference.

With each step she took towards the front, the echo of her footfalls reverberated throughout the entire building.

Her hard-soled shoes made it impossible to move quietly.

As she walked further, her eyes noticed that the floor tiles were becoming increasingly dirty, coated in dried mud and layers of slippery dust.

The clean walls from where she appeared in this place were now turning darker as mold and grime accumulated on them.

Her attention was drawn to her immediate surroundings.

On her left side were large windows with broken glass and dent frames, behind them was a view of the outside world.

On her right were classrooms, separated by a wall and glass panels.

The glass panels were covered in strange drawings and writings, some were carved with a finger and some were written using a marker.

The mix of graffiti and murals were made with colorful highlighters and correction fluid.

However, it was impossible to find a meaning from that chaos.

Her face became very serious when she looked at that. As she saw the inside of the class, her eyes widened.

The classrooms were like something out of a nightmare.

Chairs and tables were stacked, reaching up to the ceiling, some with missing legs or broken pieces.

Immediately, she ditched the class, moving on forward.

The floor tiles a few feet forward had been completely covered in mud and soil, some spots even had grass grown on it.

As she stepped cautiously through the chaos, a door caught her attention.

It seemed ordinary enough, except for the number '666' scrawled in red on its surface and the brownish-red paint that coated it.

The glass panels that separated the hallway with this class were very turbid, it was impossible to see what was inside.

Even the doorknob was coated in the same stuff as the rest of the door. The scent was that of a rusty iron combined with the odor of feces.

And then she noticed it - a trail congealed blood that was turning rusty brown, leading from beneath the door into the darkness of the hallway.

She peeked through the clearest section of the window, a part of that class.

Through the blurry view, the first thing she noticed was a single empty chair facing the blackboard at the front of the room.

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The room behind the chair was empty and dark, each corner was grown with spider webs and sticky dust.

The blackboard in front of the class was blank and clean with some residue of chalk.

But when she squinted her eyes - she saw a faint outline of words scratched into the board, as if by fingernails.

"Let's get the fuck out of here..."

She whispered to herself, immediately turning to leave.

But as she hurried back down the hallway away from the blood-stained door, her footsteps became louder and more frantic.

Suddenly, a deep husky hum filled the air, seeming to come from all around her.

She froze immediately, standing on the spot without making a footstep.

With her heart racing, she slowly moved herself closer to the dusty wall behind, until her back pressed against the wall.

As her body touched the wall, she inched sideways as slowly as possible.

Every echo of her footsteps felt like a scream in the stillness. The silence of the hallway made it impossible to walk without noise.

Once she had calmed down, she quickened her pace down the hallway, frantically searching for an exit from this building.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, she turned left and immediately froze.

Her eyes widened.

The floor tiles had been replaced with weathered wooden boards, giving off a musty smell that made her nose twitch.

On both sides of the room, old metal lockers stood with their doors hanging open. Their shelves were filled with dusty old books, some had fallen down the floor.

As she cautiously stepped closer, the sound of her own breathing seemed to echo throughout the empty space.

To her surprise, the flickering fluorescent light on the rooftop in front of her illuminated the hallway intersection.

Right below that light, a white chair sat alone in the center of an intersection, its stark whiteness accentuated by the bright lights above.

The seat of the chair was drenched in crimson. The thick liquid had made its way down to the floor in long, winding paths.

The spatters and sprays of blood seemed to lead towards the other hallway, circling around the building that perhaps led to the door with the number "666" scrawled on it.

To the front right of the chair, a pair of white shoes lay neatly side by side, their white material marred by the same blood that coated the surrounding area.

As she cautiously stepped closer—careful not to make a sound, the old wooden floor groaned and creaked under her weight.

She held her position and her breath, eyes fixed on her destination in the far right corner of the intersection.

Her hands were trembling as she tried to keep her balance while trying not to creak the floor again.

When she focused on the corner, she noticed the scattered bullet casings on the floor glinting in the harsh light.

They were spread out in a random pattern, all pointing towards one central location.

Death lingered in the air, a heavy weight that clung to every inch of the scene.

Someone was murdered.

Her instincts were right.

She could feel it, a tangible presence that made her skin crawl.

She she sprinted away from the spot where someone had met their end, her panicked sprint echoing through the labyrinthine alleyways.

A sudden fork in the path brought her to a halt.

A mirror loomed on her left, its surface catching the terror etched on her face.

A pair of wide lilac eyes reflecting the dim light, the seriousness in her gaze was amplified by the dim light surrounding her.

Her long black hair fell like a veil around her trembling form.

A harsh click echoed from behind.

In the mirror's glare, a silhouette appeared – a raised gun aimed directly at her head.

Pure instinct propelled her to the left just as the trigger was pulled.

Bang

And the bullet shattered the mirror, a spray of glass raining down.

Landing hard, she locked eyes with her attacker.

The man's face had no eyes and no nose, only a cruel smirk twisting his lips and his green hair defied the darkness.

Before he could take another shot, she was up and running, primal fear fueled her escape.

Desperation clawed at her as she sprinted towards the same lone white chair.

She plunged into darkness, shadows clinging to her like a shroud. But as she pressed on, the murky depths gave way to a sliver of light, revealing a path – the staircase leading down.

Immediately, she jumped into the landing tread without placing her foot on the first stair tread.

As she landed, she grasped the handrails and turned herself to face the remaining stairs.

Heart hammering, she descended quickly, each step echoing in the oppressive silence.

Bursting onto the ground floor, she took a left turn, hurtling down a sterile hallway.

The harsh fluorescent lights casting a glow on the rows of rusty lockers lining the walls.

All of them were locked, but one in the middle was slightly ajar.

She didn't have time to dwell on it.

She slammed herself into one of the lockers, locking herself inside, pressing her back against it as she held her breath and peeked through the small ventilation hole.

But her heartbeat made it impossible for her to not breathe. Sweat drenched her entire body as she was desperate for air.

She could hear the man’s footsteps approaching, each echo sending a jolt of terror through her body.

As he passed by the locker that she was hiding in, she could see him clearly through the slits in the locker door.

The man walked a few steps further.

Right now, she was already desperate for air.

Her hands shook violently as she fumbled with the locker latch.

Fear, cold and clammy, gripped her insides as she swung the door open a sliver.

To her luck, the door didn't creek out even a small noise

Peeking out to lock on to the guy, her heart pounded like a drum—so loud that she could feel them in her feet.

A deep breath, shaky and ragged, was all she could muster before all the muscles in her body hardened.

As 5 seconds ticked away, she crashed through the locker door, flung herself out and onto the man, her fingers clawing at the air.

Before that man could react, she wrapped her left arm around his neck in a tight chokehold.

Without a moment of hesitation, she crashed her right hand into his cheek with all her strength, twisting his head violently to the side until it made a snap.

At the same time, she quickly snatched the gun from his hand and aimed it at him, her breaths coming out ragged and shaky.

Despite the weapon in her hands, her aim was unsteady and uncertain.

Within 10 seconds, the man's head detached from his neck and a thick stem erupted from the gaping wound, impaling through her abdomen almost at the speed of sound.

The stem grew wider at its base, pushing her forcefully down the hallway until she collided with the wall.

Her hand clenched even stronger, trying to not drop the gun as she hung helplessly on the sharp protrusion with blood gushing from her mouth.

Desperate, she clenched her hands, grasping the gun tighter and shoved the barrel into the stem.

Quickly, she fired all the bullets inside the gun at the stem until it finally snapped.

She fell to the ground. The remaining part of the stem was still on her abdomen.

Ignoring the pain, she ran as fast as she could while leaning on the wall.

The white wall and the clean floor were stained with her blood.

Everything became a blur in her vision.

As she burst through a door, she fell down to her knees. It was the school kitchen.

The lights from outside illuminated faint shapes of racks, cupboards and stoves inside it.

She coughed, as blood leaked out of her mouth.

She spotted a black frying pan, the only utensil resting above the stove.

She wasted no time, grabbing it by the handle with both hands, then placing it in front of her abdomen with the pan facing the direction she was looking at.

The creature's heavy footsteps echoed closer and closer, obscuring the light from outside.

She waited tensely for its arrival as the light from outside was completely obscured, leaving the kitchen all dark.

Sweat mixed with blood as they drip onto the floor..

Suddenly, the creature smashed through the walls, its grotesque limbs dragging heavily behind it.

She cowered in fear, inside her mind was simply nothing.

In a split second, the creature lunged at her, its razor-sharp arms slashing towards her body.

As its arms came to her range, she immediately swung the frying pan, slapping the arm away from her as it crashed into the floor.

The second one struck her, bashing her into the wall behind.

The force of the impact blew the stem out of her body, she couldn't even scream anymore.

Crumpling to the ground with blood gushing from the hole in her abdomen and a sickening snap emanating from her broken bones.

She looked at the creature with weak eyes.

With a fierce determination in them, she refused to give up. She bit her teeth, slowly getting onto her feet.

One foot slowly stepped forward, while the other was extended behind her.

As she bent her knee and straightened the other leg, she lifted the frying pan to the side of her head with both hands, the pan still facing where her eyes were looking.

Immediately, the creature sprung its arms at her with deadly force.

At the same time, she locked in.

Her lilac eyes, once dull, slowly flared a vibrant purple.

The polycarbonate handle of the pan she was holding turned into a fine wooden Tsuka enveloped inside the cord wrap, its stainless steel body turned into a gleaming long blade, as shiny as diamond, reflecting the light on her eyes.

As the creature's arms came within range, she swung the Katana. The sharp blade sliced through the limbs like they were made of butter.

Swiftly pivoting on her foot and rotating her hands to redirect the edge of her blade, shredding through the arms once again.

Her breath hitched with each strike.

Closer she pressed, the stench of the creature overwhelming.

As she got close, she could see it.

The head was a thick stem that connected its head to the body.

With one final swing, she brought the Katana down with all her might, shattering the stem and destroying the creature.

Each half fell to the ground to the sides and slowly distorted to disappear.

In a matter of seconds, the creature faded into dust.

Silence.

Her knees buckled, slamming onto the floor.

The Katana in her right hand disappeared into a burst of bright blue light, leaving behind only a faint trace of glitters.

Her fierce lilac eyes went dull and lifeless as her breaths grew shallow.

Then, darkness.