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The door creaked open. Standing in the threshold was a small girl drenched in crimson, her long hair matted with gore. The Red Person. "Found you," the girl chirped. "Run!" Takahiro yelled.

"And her ," Rumiko choked out, pointing toward the frosted glass of the classroom door.

It was the same day as yesterday. And the day before. She looked at her palm and saw a faint, red smudge that wouldn't wash off. The search wasn't over. It was just beginning. The door creaked open

Asuka bolted upright in her bed, gasping for air. Her sheets were soaked with sweat. She checked her phone:

They bolted toward the rear exit, but the geometry of the school had shifted. The hallway stretched into an infinite loop of lockers and trophies. Every time they turned a corner, the humming grew louder, vibrating in their very bones. "Found you," the girl chirped

A wet, dragging sound scraped against the linoleum flooring outside. Shhh-clack. Shhh-clack. It was the sound of small, bare feet stepping through a pool of something thick. Then came the humming—a sweet, childlike tune that made the hair on Asuka’s neck stand up.

"Five pieces," the Red Person whispered, tilting her head. "But you won't find the last one tonight." The world turned to crimson. It was the same day as yesterday

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, but the sound didn't echo—it thudded, as if the air itself had turned to lead.