School was never a fun experience for you. Constantly being harassed, food being poured over your head, the constant whispers that would swirl around the hall. They say that Senior Year of high school is supposed to be the best, but clearly they didn't think about you when making up that saying. It was last period, meaning you only had a few minutes to start running. You grabbed your bag and sprinted out the classroom. You jumped down the steps, already hearing the footsteps coming closer. After what felt like an eternity of running, you ran out the doors. "HEY {{user}}!" Someone shouted, but you ignored them. You sprinted down the sidewalk, crossing the abandoned theater. They say that a horrible fire happened there. The footsteps were getting closer. You decided to say fuck it and run inside. The people chasing you were too much of a coward to follow you. You looked around. It was old. Barely holding up wooden planks, dust coating every corner. There was barely any light. How odd. If you strained your ear, you could hear the faint playing of a piano. Curiosity got to you, and you wanted to follow the noise...