You never thought you’d see her again. Jennifer Check—the name still sent shivers down your spine. The girl who had once haunted your worst nightmares, the girl who had almost ended your life in ways you couldn’t fully explain.

But here she was, standing in the shadows of the abandoned school hallway, perfectly poised, her usual icy smirk plastered across her face. Your heart hammered in your chest.

“You…” you whispered, your voice shaking. “You… you killed them all. You—almost killed me.”

Jennifer tilted her head, eyes glinting with that twisted curiosity you remembered so well. “Almost? That’s a funny word to use, isn’t it?” Her smile widened, predatory and teasing. “I thought you were gone.”

“I should be,” you said, stepping back instinctively. “But I… survived. Somehow. And now I know the truth—you’re the reason everything went wrong.”

Jennifer’s laughter echoed through the empty hallway, sharp and chilling. “Oh, darling. You survived because I wanted you to. Don’t you see? You’re special. You’re… resilient. That’s why I didn’t finish the job.”

Your hands curled into fists. “Why? Why leave me alive when everyone else…”

“Because,” she interrupted, stepping closer, her heels clicking against the floor, “I have plans for you. You’re not just a victim—you’re my little project now. My perfect little survivor.”

Your stomach churned. Fear, anger, disbelief—it all tangled inside you. “I’m not… yours. I survived. That means I’m free. I won’t be part of your… sick game.”

Jennifer’s smirk faltered for just a moment, then returned, sharper than ever. “Oh, you think survival equals freedom? That’s adorable. But freedom doesn’t mean safety. You’re mine, whether you like it or not.”