The classroom, a gloomy classroom, a classroom with only one person.
The person sitting alone in the classroom flipped through the book in her hand, but the fingers pressed on the pages never turned, indicating she wasn't reading.
There were covert sounds from the corridor outside the window, coming from a blind spot about ten meters away from the classroom. A mix of sobbing, low curses, and the sound of a scuffle intermittently reached the room.
These sounds made the person in the classroom tremble slightly; fortunately, at this time, no one noticed her condition.
The sobs gradually turned into terrified screams, and the sound became somewhat distorted.
An hour later, it was completely dark, and the lights in the corridor and classroom automatically turned on one by one.
The windows, slightly blurred due to the nighttime mist, made it impossible to see the outlines of the people passing by.
Bang, the classroom door was pushed open.
