What if one day, spilled blood stained flourishing life, and the close friends by your side turned into shattered corpses?
The schoolyard no longer rang with the vitality of the past. In its place was the black-and-white tableau of death.
Blackness, silent and still. Whiteness, tangled and relentless.
The Grim Reaper's graduation ceremony shines beneath a crimson moon, casting blood-red shadows. Its long scythe is already at your throat. How can you hope to escape?
In this game called death, as the number of players dwindles, who can discover the rules for surviving this feast?
A game of death has no ending, so how could there be a secret to beating it? Shh, keep quiet.
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Wow, it's amazing, it's very graphic (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)
Come on, wife, I love you. It's so well written, awesome.
I seem to have seen it on Tieba_(:з∠)_