I had started screaming like a girl who had seen the killer. Despite my family's attempts to calm me down, it took me a long time to recover.

We had to cut the museum tour short, and my grandpa took me to the hospital. They must have panicked because they thought I couldn't hear what they were saying.

I mean, how many people can actually see the killer in a game? The game we were playing was called "Blood and Runes," a horror game where the killers chased the survivors to gather black runes. These runes transformed them into their current monstrous appearances.

As a survivor, you had to complete tasks, which would grant you perks. There were lots of different perks, each with various combinations, and these perks would improve a survivor's quality of life in the Horror World after they escaped the game.

After the tutorial, the game turned into an open world, and the places with killers turned into dungeons. People wanted to stay in town, but that meant paying taxes, and spending the nights outside of town meant certain death.

I wanted perks, but I would never do something as silly as entering Horror World. The statue's name is February 29th. It's the gateway for entering or exiting Horror World. It opens only once every four years, and it's the only one I know of. Right now, I don't even have the courage to enter Horror World. Maybe when I grow up, I'll be interested, but I doubt it. Perks are appealing, but life is better without it.

Next year, I'm planning to skip a few grades when I start school. It will be a lot of fun.

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"Welcome. May I ask why you've come?" the vice principal asked me in a very polite tone, trying not to scare me. "I've come to skip a grade," I replied. He looked at me in disbelief. I guess this was the first time he had ever experienced such a thing in his teaching career. "You're in first grade, right?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know it's only been two days since school started?" "Yes, sir." "Now, tell me, what's 2 + 2?" "4, sir." "Then 27 - 13 =?" "14, sir." "How about 13 * 14?" "182, sir." Perhaps due to my overly fast responses, the man was genuinely surprised and had started twirling his pen. "Just a moment; I need to make a call."

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"Tomorrow, bring one of your parents, and go to the principal's office instead of me." "Okay, sir."

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"Son, I have good news. Private X School has accepted you with a full scholarship." I had no plans to skip a grade; my goal was to study well and get into a good university. "That's great, Dad. Mom wants to talk to you. Goodbye." "Goodbye, my boy."

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The bus finally arrived in my grandfather's city. It was somewhat dramatic because my mother was genuinely sad that I was leaving. "I'll visit from time to time, don't worry, and get along well with your grandpa." After several endless hugs, my brother spoke. "Park..."

The bus journey was going well. A lady sat next to me, and I was watching the outside through the window. There was nothing but the forest, and it was starting to get dark, which was making me a bit nervous. I was always afraid of the dark; I had never seen a killer come out during the day. I was also scared of the dark. A loud horn startled me a bit. Then a loud noise, and I don't remember the rest.

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I woke up, staring at the white ceiling. I was placed in a hospital bed. I sat up; the room's items looked old. The walls were dirty and scratched, in a grayish color. I was feeling dizzy. This was my first car accident, and the appearance of the hospital made a coward out of me. Then I looked back at the ceiling. The contrast between the walls and the ceiling was quite striking. The walls were dirty, scratched, and gray, while the ceiling was clean and white. When I placed my hands on the bed, I noticed something unusual: my hands were handcuffed! Suddenly, I felt terrible. I was barely holding back tears that were about to fall. With my other hand, I pinched myself; it hurt in a way I didn't want. I examined the handcuffs closely, weren't they a bit too large? I took my other hand and grabbed the handcuffs. I unshackled my hand, and it was attached to the second hook next to the bed. I gently left it there by the bed and pulled down the covers to get out of bed. I felt like I had to leave this place. I walked to the wooden-framed, worn-out window. I had to go out, wherever this was