WHO?

It was spring.

The city felt different today — not louder or busier, just heavier, like the air before a storm.

Lina, a student, walked down the familiar street, excitement bubbling inside her. After a month of holidays, she couldn’t wait to return to school — especially to see her best friend, Elisa.

But Lina didn’t know that what she was about to witness would become her worst nightmare.

The name of her school was Warner School.

When she reached the entrance, the air suddenly felt heavier again. She shrugged off the strange feeling and smiled to herself.

As she stepped inside, she noticed something odd — the school was completely silent. No students, no teachers, no sound at all.

She assumed she had just arrived too early.

Walking to her classroom, Lina opened the door — and froze.

Elisa was there.

But she wasn’t alive.

Shock ripped through Lina as she rushed toward her friend. Elisa’s throat had been slit, and on her arm, written in blood, were the chilling words:

“She is my first victim. And she won’t be the last. Get ready to see DEATH.”

After reading the chilling words, Lina’s scream echoed through the empty halls, shattering the silence of Warner School.

Mr. John, one of the teachers who had just arrived, heard the scream. He ran toward the classroom and froze at the doorway when he saw Lina’s terrified face — and Elisa, lying lifeless on the floor.

Rushing to Elisa’s side, he read the horrifying message carved into her arm. His heart pounded as fear and disbelief gripped him.

He quickly helped Lina to a chair. “What happened, Lina?” he asked, trying to stay calm.

With trembling hands and a shaky voice, Lina explained everything — how she had arrived early, entered the classroom, and found her best friend dead.

Mr. John listened, his face pale. Without wasting another second, he pulled out his phone and immediately contacted the police and the dean of Warner School.

As Mr. John waited for the police to arrive, he noticed something strange — inside Elisa’s bag.

There was another note, written in blood.

“Check the washroom hahaha.”

Below the message was a strange symbol — one he recognized as a sign of revenge.

Heart pounding, Mr. John ran to the girls’ washroom and checked every corner, but found nothing. Then, with growing dread, he rushed to the boys’ washroom.

The moment he stepped inside, he froze. There were blood stains on the floor.

Terrified, he followed the trail, and when he opened the second stall door — he saw another student lying motionless. It was Mike, dead in the same gruesome way as Elisa.

Mr. John checked Mike’s arms for any message but found none. Something felt off. Driven by fear, he carefully lifted the boy’s shirt — and there it was:

“Surprise, haha… It will continue. Take care of Lina, hahaha.”

Chills ran down Mr. John’s spine as he read the words. Without wasting a second, he sprinted back to the classroom where Lina was sitting near Elisa’s body.

She was safe — for now.