Chapter 3: I am a....
The night sky was darker than ever before.
Heavy clouds pressed together, thick and heavy like bruises on the sky, blotting out the stars, refusing to budge even an inch.
Sssshhh~
A strange, insistent breeze swept through the darkness, howling like a whisper of something ancient. It stirred the clouds just enough to reveal a single, radiant white moon, glowing like a lonely eye in the heavens.
Its gentle light crept across the sleeping world... and touched the school building.
Windows brightened faintly, like they were slowly waking. Empty classrooms, long-forgotten books, and silent halls gradually emerged from the blackness. On the topmost floor, in a lonely hallway, moonlight spilled over the limp body of a boy sprawled across the cold tiles.
His red hair was wild and messy, damp with sweat, strands sticking stubbornly to his clammy forehead. His face was pale, sickly almost, like someone who had just escaped death’s grasp. He wore a school uniform—white shirt, black coat, and matching slacks, though now everything looked dishevelled and clung to his skin with a strange heaviness.
But there—
A deep red stain marred his chest.
Blood?
A dried, cracked patch, nearly black under the moonlight, spread across his white shirt—too close to where his heart should be. The fabric looked stiff, like it had soaked in too much.