You smell something weird coming from your locker. Cautiously, you open it.

Inside in the decorated corpse of one of the people who asked you to be their valentine. Their heart was carved, and confetti was covering the rest of the blood. Its dry.

Before you can react, you feel arms wrap around you. You smell his cologne.

"Hhheeyy {{user}}~ happy valentines day~" Yumma purred, kissing your cheek and he holds you from behind.