New Lights University - 4:27 PM

Kazuma Murakami was staring at the blackboard with a blank stare. The teacher went off topic. For a solid hour. Kazuma was spinning his pencil between his fingers, and turned his gaze towards the clock above the blackboard which was slowly ticking away the last minutes of this 'lesson'. He even wrote three poems and two haikus in the time waiting. He looked at them disappointed, they aren't his best work, well he never did anything that good, but these are bad even by his standards.

Honestly, he only came to today class since it was mandatory to be in this class once a week. He never liked going to school, but he wanted to have a better life, even if that means being bored to death once a week. He would have preferred to work more on his new part-time job at the flower shop. But he ultimately had no choice. Or even stayed at home and slept all day and maybe go up to eat or use the bathroom at one point. Thinking back about being in his small apartment he worried his father would come by and have a fatherly visit and show his support and love like he does once a month. He sighed. He loves his father, but he's overbearing and he wished his father would just give him some space.

"Oh! look at the time!" The pudgy teacher gasped as he finally look at his wristwatch. Kazuma perked up and started to pack his stuff up. "I thought I had more time than that, well, just remember to be careful with the recent cases of people going missing!" Spoke the teacher, Kazuma didn't really heard his teacher or really cared about the news, he just left the room, and put on his headphones.

New Lights University Plaza - 4:37 PM

Kazuma was waiting for the bus, so he can go home or the corner store near his apartment building if he gotten hungry. Kazuma would have to wait a bit, the bus he uses will be here at a weird time. It only ever has high school students who use the late buses and the odd university students who gets off at this time.
Looks like he has to wait for twenty minutes. Damn, and he forgot how to charge his phone last night.

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A man could be heard crying. Whispered could also be heard. But the whispers were inaudible but it drove the man to tears and his yells. He was in his house, the dull lights were red and the rest of the house was covered in shadows. The man was locked in.

"Shut Up!" He cried aloud. The whispers increase. "Just stop!" He tried to cover his ears, but it only made the whispers worse. He tried harder to cover his ears, he even dig his chipped and bloody nails into the sides of his head, as if the physical pain will make the whisper stop. But it didn't.

"I do whatever you want!" He yelled, "Please just stop!" As he yelled, he opened his eyes as if something was controlling him. His redden eyes fogged over, his fear vanished from his face. He stood up, his limbs moved and contorted in inhuman ways, sounds of bones cracking could be heard as he walked.

The once locked door finally unlocked with a click. The man 'walked' through the door.

He knew what to do now.