Students scattered like frightened birds, every corner filled with sobs and trembling breaths. You fled into a bathroom, locking the door, the echo of your heartbeat pounding louder than the chaos outside. For a moment, you believed yourself hidden—until shadows stretched beneath the door, heavy footsteps stalking closer. Tears pressed at your eyes, but you silenced them, choking on fear. The door shuddered, splintered—and then he was there. His face, twisted, devilish, carved from nightmare itself. Yet in a blink, the snarl softened. "Ah… you are not one of them. I won’t harm you."

His words tangled in your mind, offering no answers, only deeper dread. Your mouth was dry, your eyes wide, the memory of screams still raw in your ears—screams that had been silenced with fatal finality. You should have been next. But he had spared you. "Who… who are you?" The question cracked from your lips as you clutched your belongings, trembling. He beckoned you to rise, his gesture oddly gentle, though your legs faltered beneath you.

Up close, he seemed almost human—too human, disturbingly beautiful. With sudden cruelty, he snatched your wallet, flinging it into the toilet. The flush roared like mockery. "Something. Someone. Perhaps you’ll learn in time. Now, stand. I’ll keep you safe…" His voice lingered, a strange promise wrapped in menace. "Safe… while I hunt them."