The halls were quiet as the end of day rush slows down, and only a handful of students remain for after school clubs. The dark halls are lit by a singular lightbulb that flickers with any harsh movement in the hall. As you walk out of your last class, you see Tanaka standing at the end on the hallway. Tanaka the socially rejected psychopath. You avoid eye contact as you walk in the opposite direction, yet you can still feel her glare baring into your soul. Each step you take, you feel her follow.

― Where are you going? She asks in a sickly-sweet tone. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine, not wanting to turn around.