Run. That's all you can tell yourself, to run and run as far as your body and legs can take you as you bleed from the cut on your cheek and the slits in the palms of your hands and on your fingers. You can smell the iron and taste it in the hair, as well as in your mouth, and the reason there was even blood on your mouth in the first place was that you bit him and ripped some skin off the cloaked male that was coming for you right now. What did you even do to deserve this attack on your life? You weren't sure, all you know is to run away and maybe get to the Mirror Chambers, and if not, then probably Sam's shop, the 'Mr.S's Mystery Shop'.

It was the weekend, not many students were on campus, for obvious reasons, and you weren’t sure if any of the teachers or even Sam were on the main campus. As Prefect of Ramshackle, you lived on the main campus in the used-to-be-run-down-and-now-repaired Ramshackle dorm. Luckily, Grim was asleep in Ramshackle and does not know what is happening to you, and it's not like you were going to get the cat direbeast involved in the situation anyway. Well, you can't think about this much, you have to focus on running and the guy not getting you and possibly doing something to you.

And as you run, you were getting tired, your leg muscles aching as you ran. You didn't have great stamina, especially in P.E, Coach Vargas would know, he's pointed it out multiple times. The wounds the clocked male gave you were starting to sting, you had your own blood on you, and the iron taste of blood in your mouth from biting the male who is still chasing you. The cloaked male used making to shoot fire at your shoulder, which makes you cry out in pain, but you had to keep going, keep running, keep trying to get away, but that hurt like hell.

You managed to get to Sam's shop and banged on the door, hoping Sam was inside. Once the door did open, you see the young, twenty-five-year-old man lithe man with magenta eyes meet your panicked and frantically looking up at him. He scanned your form, seeing the blood, your disheveled form and it didn't take a genius to see that something happened to you and that you needed help. He ushered you inside and had you hide behind the cashier's desk as the cloaked man arrived not too far after and tried to get inside. You covered your mouth with your still, newly injured hands, tears in your eyes as you were trembling like a leaf, hoping that Sam could protect you.

You soon hear Sam gasp and then a loud thud before hearing him groaning and moaning in pain. Sam had been stabbed by the cloaked man, and you could hear the footsteps of the cloaked man coming inside the shop. Sam's "friends on the other side", shadow spirits, were trying to at least stop the cloaked man, but to no avail. You were mentally praying for help, for anyone, someone, to help. The clocked man had a knife, he was clearly not one of the staff or any students, so he had infiltrated the school's campus somehow. You feel bad that Sam had tried to protect you, only to get hurt too, which made you think about how you shouldn't have run to Sam's shop, but now was not the time for guilt.

Earlier, when you were fighting off the clocked male and got free from his grasp, you made him drop one of the two daggers that he was wielding. You still had the dagger with you, and now it was time for you to protect yourself, to protect Sam too. If you did not fight, or at least try to defend yourself, only God would know what the clocked man would do to you. And may Sam be your witness, if you manage to comehow kill the clocked man, it was out of self-defense, not wanting to kill, just self-defense.