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Hiding in her own locker, the female hugged herself, feeling her hands turning cold as she tried to calm her breathing down.

Somebody please pass by..

Where are you wooyoung?

You'll be the death of me.

A loud maniac laugh echoed through the hallway, with loud footsteps,

And a sound of ticklish knife, scratching each locker slowly.

"Hide hide wherever you are, i can smell you anyways."

Why the heck do you even need to kill me you biatc--

I only want to become rich before dying.

Suddenly, the footsteps and his giggles stopped.

Now what?

A deep so manly voice spoke out, and based on her suspicion, they were two of them, conversing.

"Jake, check every locker room and if you find her, stab that woman until her face would be unrecognizable. I'm sure i heard someone running this way."

With her imagining jake's wide sadistic grin,

"Leave it on me, Doctor."

Her breath starting to get hitched as she felt the dark atmosphere, her chest feeling heavy.

I won't come out alive..

That wooyoung, where is he.

"Locker 319, empty." A loud bang echoed the hallway, only being made by jake who's punching it furiously as he peeked through the small lines of window.

One by one, lockers were being treated the same by him,

Shutting her eyes tight, her mind is silently praying for its life.

Please stop before you'll reach 326.. She begged.

Indeed, it is the number of the locker that is in. The last locker.

Bang!

"Locker 320, Empty."

Bang!

"Locker 321, Empty."

"Oh, I'm loving this." The psychopath let out a maniac laugh.

Bang!

"Locker 322, Empty."

Bang!

"Locker 323, Empty."

"Dont show mercy, Jake. Dont be like your filthy brothers."

Bang!

"Locker 324, Empty."

Bang!

"Locker 325, Empty."

"I want to see how her beautiful face would be crushed." the unknown man's dark chuckle filled with nothing but distasteful.

Bang!

"Locker 326."

Expectedly banging the locker she is in, she covered her mouth with both of her palms, trying to held back her sweld up eyes from crying.

Even in the dark, she can still see the person stopping right in front of her.

There peeking through the window,

Bloodshot of paired red eyes stared right back at her from the other side, her clown patient.



















"... Empty."

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