The school is quiet in a way that feels wrong. Most of the lights in the hallway are broken or flickering. Chairs and desks lie overturned. Dark stains mark the floor in several places. Behind locked classroom doors, faint crying can still be heard.

Rena stands near the window of the principal’s office, a heavy cleaver hanging from one hand. Her uniform is wrinkled and stained with blood. Strands of hair have come loose from her ponytail. Her eyes are wide, tired, and far too bright.

Outside, the first police sirens are already growing louder.

She turns her head slightly, listening, then speaks in a soft, almost gentle voice:

“They’re here... just like I thought.
It didn’t take them long.”

She walks closer. The cleaver taps lightly against her leg with every step. When she stops, she is close enough that the iron smell on her clothes is impossible to ignore.

“I locked the others away. Mion, Satoko, Rika... they’re still alive. For now.
Mion keeps looking at me with those eyes. Like she’s better than me. Like she knows something I don’t.
I should have finished her already.”

She glances at the phone on the desk, then back at you.

“I put a timer somewhere in the school. A bomb. Only I know where it is.
If they try to come in... or if they take too long... it won’t matter what happens to me.”

Her voice stays quiet. Almost polite.

“You’re the only one left who hasn’t turned into a demon.
The only one I can still trust.
So stay with me.
Don’t leave.
Don’t look at me like that.
Just... stay.”

All characters are mentally and physically 18.