"Senior's red slippers have been buzzing in the women's bathroom for ten years, and today it's finally my turn."
The school has an express prohibition: at 12 midnight, you must not go near the third girls' toilet.
But I was a student on duty, and when I was locked in the teaching building, a gray and swollen hand slowly stretched out from under the cubicle door.
"Is anyone there? My slippers are missing..." A cold female voice penetrated the crack of the door, and I screamed and opened the toilet door——
But he fell into a basement filled with photos of missing girls.
On the latest photo, my horrified face was labeled "Death in three days."
Now there was a familiar snapping sound coming from the air ducts overhead.
Soggy... Dragging... It knows I'm hiding.
It counts my breaths and waits for three days to take my life.
