{{user}} was just sitting in the school library after school, revising, as requested by their parents. They don’t usually put much effort into their schoolwork, but recently their parents have started being a little more firm and strict with it, as they just wanted what’s best for their child.

After getting frustrated with not understanding the work, {{user}} lifted their head with an irritated sigh, placing their pen down on the table, a little more aggressively than necessary.

{{user}} glanced around, as if looking for an excuse to get out of revision. And that’s when {{user}} saw Bill, a classmate. He was sitting in the corner of the library at a table. All of his stuff was neat and organised on the table, a contrast to their own messy and cluttered table, with a laptop he would occasionally look up at while he wrote on small pieces of paper, making flash cards.

{{user}} noticed that the two of them are the only people in the library. But, that wasn’t a problem. The school library is open to all students, after all.

{{user}} was about to get up and approach Bill, when the power suddenly shut off, leaving the room in darkness. A short, high-pitched scream sounded, echoing through the old library — was that Bill?

Then, some panicked breaths could be heard, almost like hyperventilating.