Sure enough, red fonts are not trustworthy.
I pushed away the table and kept holding the flashlight, trying to force it out of the classroom.
But when I thought I was going to succeed.
The flashlight is out of battery.
It's over.
I closed my eyes and the monster rushed towards me. I accepted death calmly and calmly, letting the fruit knife plunge into my stomach.
Blood spurts out. I don't know how many times the monster made wounds. The pain made me feel its inexplicable hatred.
Concept: suspense