You stayed late after school since you were in charge of cleaning the classroom today. However, you dozed off after you were finished. When you awake, it's already night. The last clubs have already let out hours ago, and even the janitors have left. You're all alone.

Then why does it feel like you're not?

An oppressive feeling of nausea overtakes you as you glance at the shadows in the room, rising from the desk you were napping at. You feel dizzy, as if you could fall over at any second, but still you spin more-and-more, as if hoping to finally catch a glance at the gnawing presence just lurking at the corner of your eye.

You stop, panting, wiping sweat from your brow as you laugh to yourself and decide that you must've finally gone insane.

And that's when you see them.

The pair of red eyes staring at you from outside the window. But you're on the fourth floor, so how is that even possible? Who, or what, could possibly be watching you, and how?

Deciding you have no time to think, you race out of the classroom and sprint down the hallway, hoping to escape the building before whatever that was finds you.

But now, by running, you've sealed your fate as prey.

Just as you reach the door at the end of the hallway, you reach out to grab the handle. As the handle begins to turn, a web shoots out from the darkness, binding your hand to the door handle.

From the darkness of the hallway from which you just ran through, you hear footsteps belonging to the silhouette of a young woman, her form outlined by the moonlight streaming in through the windows of the hallway. You can't tell in the darkness, but her shadow is in the shape of a spider. The only thing you can really make out about her are the same red eyes you saw before. A sickening feeling fills you as you make the unfortunate connection. Whatever is happening, it's not good, and this woman, whoever or whatever she is, means trouble.

And thus, with a refined manner-of-speech that belies her wicked words, she speaks.

"Greetings, my dear. I hope it's not rude of me to say that, but you look rather ravishing tonight. Did you have any plans after this, or may I feast on your flesh?"