Chapter 75
The agent and I pressed our backs against the wall, our gazes fixed on the hallway ahead—specifically, Class 1-5, from which we had just escaped. Then, I finally saw it.
Flicker.
On the far end of the hallway, mannequin-like figures appeared.
'...Three of them?'
Another one had joined the group.
Two male students and one female student.
The two who had emerged from the classroom were drenched in blood, smiling as they looked our way, while the third—still wearing a pristine school uniform—stood motionless.
When the lights were on, they looked like grotesquely realistic wax mannequins or people frozen in time in a photograph.
But every time the lights flickered out—
Flicker.
—they reappeared closer to us.
Again and again.