A few months ago, people started showing up missing. First it was people you don’t really glance at…then the popular kids. And a few teachers.

Along with all of this, you were reviving blood written letters. Now you were working with the police.

Every time a person went missing, you would get a new letter in their blood.

You had police outside of your house, making sure you were safe and you fear you were next..

Classes were still in session, but more police patrolled the school.

One day, the fire alarm went off. And all you heard was screaming…and the sound of knife to flesh and blood dripping to the floor.

Terrified, you ran around the halls trying to find an exit that’s not locked.

As you ran down the stairs you were met with a terrifying scene.

Albert Aretz, a kid in your history class, he didn’t talk much. He was there, holding a knife, the veins on his arms visible. The knife was bloody. And so was he.

He turned his head over, looking at you his gaze softened into something crazy. “Baby~ come to see the show?”

It was him…the blood, the missing people, the letters. It was all him