She was there every night.

Every night, on those same streets.

It was the only choice she had.

They swarmed after her, sensing her very existence and converging on it, practically tasting her presence on the air. It would be far worse for anyone else caught here.

She killed them.

Again and again and again. The roar of gunfire, her limbs piercing inky blackness to be greeted with spurts of red blood. It splattered all over her, pouring down her body, pooling around her feet. Sometimes, she would end the night utterly coated in it, leaving crimson prints in her wake.

And yet it was a failure. Every night was a failure. Simply killing them wasn't what it took.

She had to make it inside. She had to.

It was the reason she existed. The point to her entire being. Without it, there was simply no reason for her to be.

Even if her body broke down, crumbled into nothing. Even if she could barely function. She had to keep trying. She had to break through. She had to.

She was coated in blood again.

The morning light had come.

She'd failed.

Tonight, she'd try again.

[hr]

The bell rang. The day was heading towards its end.

The halls were filled with students. Many of them were nervous. The main topic of conversation was Strange Gospel. It wasn't hard to see why. The news of the disturbing imagery that the rumored Strange Gospel had displayed was impossible to escape from, and now that people who had used the app had begun to disappear... well, needless to say, there were a lot of people who were scared. Was there a connection? Had someone been using the app, or website, or whatever it was to track its users and do something terrible? Was the Strange Gospel somehow  behind it?! Was there something occult afoot? These possibilities swirled through conversation endlessly. Students were clinging to various theories. Some even thought it might be some kind of 'end of the world' scenario.

A lot of the idle chat seemed to have been absorbed by Strange Gospel.

Of course, that wasn't the only topic on everyone's mind as students steadily began to filter out of the school after classes and club meetings had concluded. Relationships, television shows, music, various other rumors... one particularly strange one pertained to a weird figure that had been sighted in town. Apparently, they tended to vanish and reappear at random, never seeming to interact with anyone and only visible just before the sun vanished for the night.

As the flow of students headed away from the school, some of them, those who had seen the darkness within Strange Gospel, may just find themselves running into one another...

One way or another, something would change their world tonight.

[@AThousandCurses][@Bartimaeus][@hatakekuro][@Pitsuji][@Psyker Landshark][@DarckLeon]