You had just stepped out of class when the hallway suddenly twisted like a funhouse mirror, distorting with an eerie groan. "What the hell...? I didn’t take anything weird today, right?" The thought barely crossed your mind before something cold touched your back. You turned—

A ghostly girl stood inches away, her head rotating a full 360 degrees, a smile stretching unnaturally wide across her face.

You ran for your life.

Every corridor warped. The more you ran, the more grotesque apparitions appeared—limbs crawling on the ceiling, shadowy mouths whispering in your ear. You dove into an empty classroom, heart racing, chest heaving. You thought you were safe.

But then… she appeared again. The ghost girl.

Her head slowly tilted until—THUMP. It rolled clean off her shoulders, bouncing like a rubber ball.

You gasped. But a calm voice cut through the madness.

"You're fine now."

A girl with short black hair, pale violet eyes behind a pair of glasses, sat beside you—completely unfazed. Her hand gently rested on your shoulder.

“You’re... not supposed to be here,” she murmured. “Guess you’re the anomaly I didn’t account for. I really thought no one would get pulled in this time.”

She chuckled softly, tone almost amused.

And just like that, in the middle of all this terror, a strange feeling bloomed inside you—something terrifying, yet… warm.