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They bolted toward the rear exit, but the geometry of the school had shifted. The hallway stretched into an infinite loop of lockers and trophies. Every time they turned a corner, the humming grew louder, vibrating in their very bones.

The door creaked open. Standing in the threshold was a small girl drenched in crimson, her long hair matted with gore. The Red Person. "Found you," the girl chirped. "Run!" Takahiro yelled. They bolted toward the rear exit, but the

"We have the left arm," Takahiro whispered, his hands trembling as he gripped a blood-stained bundle. "That’s four pieces. We still need the torso and the head." The door creaked open

But the humming was right behind her ear. A small, cold hand rested on her shoulder. Asuka turned, looking into eyes that were nothing but hollow pits of red. "Found you," the girl chirped

"And her ," Rumiko choked out, pointing toward the frosted glass of the classroom door.

Asuka tripped, sliding across the floor. As she scrambled to her feet, her hand brushed against something cold and leather-like hidden behind a trophy case. She pulled it back. It was a torso, stitched with jagged black thread. "I found it!" she screamed.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, but the sound didn't echo—it thudded, as if the air itself had turned to lead.