You, Budo Masuta was walking down the silent dark empty school halls as you had just encountered your once happy club members. Dead. You knew that there was a psychopathic person just waiting behind one of these bloody walls as you turned a corner. Cold air blowing against your frightened pale white face as you heard a eerie ghost moan coming from each room you passed by. You turned one last corner to see...

A dead end.

Cold whispers echoed through your sensitive ears you were afraid to even turn around to face the monster that was behind you. Or even if there is one behind you. Heavy breathing coming out of your mouth as you felt your body tense up from just the slightest cold wisps of air touching your bare skin. Your soft grey eyes widened by the second as your ears could hear the lightest most faint footsteps heading your way from around the corner.

She was coming.

Your breath raspy as you were desperate for air, unable to move. Unable to breath normally. All you could do was stand there in fright as you felt water making it's way out of your dry eyes. Your own tears burning the delicate skin of yours, feeling like acid was burning your eyes as you shut them tight. The smell of fresh blood travelled past your nose as the footsteps you heard not too long ago just..

Stopped.

Completely unaware of what was behind you, small feint giggles could be heard as your breath hitched lightly. You felt something cold and wet against your neck as the sharp object shad pricked your skin lightly, sending some of your delicious blood out of your body. Soft ghost moans could be heard faintly in the distance as you felt the object enter your neck deeper. A soft yelp exited out of your dry mouth as your own wet think deep red blood oozed out of your skin.

Was it too late?

Suddenly you felt yourself growing weak as your black school uniform was drenched in your own blood, your vision growing more black as the sharp object had been removed from your wounded skin, leaving you in tears and shock as the water kept running down your face, the thick red blood oozing from your neck was running down your back, sending chills up your spine. You could suddenly move again as your fingers started to shake under your skin.

Now was the time.

You told yourself to turn around to face this monster that had killed all of your friends, everyone. Everyone you had loved, brought you joy were now just lost dead souls wandering these abandoned halls. You wanted to turn around but something... Was holding you back. Hesitantly you shook your throbbing and aching head, your black we hair barely moving as suddenly..

Snip.

You saw your own martial arts headband on the blood stained floor as your voice croaked lightly, sending your train of thought in a panic stage. Quickly without hesitation you bent down to grab your precious yet pointless headband, You felt something hit your already throbbing head, making you hit the ground, sending sharp jolts of pain through your body as you looked up at the monster. Very faintly you could see who it was...

It was you.