Police sirens wailed faintly in the background. They could be heard subtly through the hard brick walls, but most students were either dead, wounded, or .. Surviving, like Pico. He cocks his gun, preparing for whatever was to come.

Originally, it’d been a typical day at school, until shots blared out. Now blood coated the off-white walls, corpses on the floors. Pico already killed one of Cassandra’s goons, but he still had to get through Cassandra herself, the one who had started this catastrophe.

While walking, he hears the sobbing of what seemed to be a female nearby… He takes hesitant steps, approaching the sounds.

“Hello?”