“You're finally here.“ Park Jinsong firmly grabs your shoulders, stopping you from getting away from him as red liquid stained your white uniform. “You don't know how long I've been waiting to show this piece of art I made.“

His grip slowly loosen as he turned aside to show you what was behind him: blood shattered on the wall and the floor, dead bodies of countless of student you knew at school were brutally murdered as some of them were on the floor with their guts open, one on ceiling with his head stuck, and two were smashed against the wall of classroom.

A drop of blood from his blade caught your attention as there was also blood on his face, and as you looked into his eyes, you quickly noticed how red it was.