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[b]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building????????[/b]

[right][i]泣き面に蜂[/i][/right]

Lurching noises.

Chipping of wood.

Enclosed in her fragile fortress, Tsubaki could only hear that which awaited outside.

The breeze grew.

A hiss, stretched out.

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[@Mistress Dizzy]

[b]Uchima Senior High - Practice Building -> Classroom Building????????[/b]

The hallway ended in an T-intersection. Jin would find herself face to face with a splattered, dripping mess of red against the monotone wall, the slow motions of the sickly crimson fluids crawling outwards from a central splotch. The classroom door - the copie of the classroom - occupants lacking, was inches away to the left. A chill swept through the hallway. Lights flickered.

Once.

Twice.

A line of lights, one-by-one, dimmed and jittered on the ceiling to her left. It was irregular. Frequency never constant. But the static, slowly brightening sources were there. Bright. Yet descending into a darkness far to the left that cared naught for the lights. And to the right ... steps.

One. Two. Three. Four.

One. Two. Three. Four.

A regular beat against the wooden floor.

Steps. Heavy. Unfamiliar. Unrecognisable.

Coming closer.

Which direction would Jin go?