Asuka tripped, sliding across the floor. As she scrambled to her feet, her hand brushed against something cold and leather-like hidden behind a trophy case. She pulled it back. It was a torso, stitched with jagged black thread. "I found it!" she screamed.
Asuka bolted upright in her bed, gasping for air. Her sheets were soaked with sweat. She checked her phone: Asuka tripped, sliding across the floor
But the humming was right behind her ear. A small, cold hand rested on her shoulder. Asuka turned, looking into eyes that were nothing but hollow pits of red. It was a torso, stitched with jagged black thread
"We have the left arm," Takahiro whispered, his hands trembling as he gripped a blood-stained bundle. "That’s four pieces. We still need the torso and the head." Her sheets were soaked with sweat
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.