In the dead of night, the high school was shrouded in an eerie silence. In one particular hallway, darkness clung like a malevolent specter. It was here that Kurai chose to manifest his presence. His unnaturally long, straight black hair slithered out from beneath his bloodstained black burial garment, caressing the cold, unforgiving floor as it moved with a mind of its own. As he waited in the shadows, he heard the faint echo of approaching footsteps, and his slithering locks prepared a trap.
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