Alex said, "We'll prepare there, then head to the campus cafeteria and set off the first explosion."
Alex and Eric, fully geared up, stood in the long hallway of the campus—the same one where Iris had taken a picture of Anson.
In the movie, Gus presented the same scene from three different perspectives: Iris, Anson, and Michelle. Iris snapping a photo of Anson, with Michelle passing by in the background. The repetition puzzled many viewers—wasn't it unnecessary?
Now, the answer becomes clear. The audience instantly recognizes the hallway where students once ran, laughed, and played.
Then, Alex and Eric appeared, armed.
Alex said, "After the explosion, we'll target the kids moving towards the east wing."
Bang.
The sound rang out just like that—without any warning, bluntly and directly.
It pinned the audience to their seats—just like that? No build-up, no context, no preparation? It simply happened?
Alex continued, "We should also plant another bomb in the gym, and one in the auditorium."
His innocent baby face spoke of the horrifying plan with calm seriousness. "By then, the scattering kids will come from all directions, and we can pick them off one by one."
Bang.
Alex entered the library, wandering amid the chaos of screams and fleeing bodies.
"Afterward, you'll hit this yellow line. That's your Plan B. You'll go through Mr. Roos's office and take care of things there."
Bang.
Eric stood over Mr. Roos, trembling on the floor.
"I'll follow this red line down the hallway—there are prime targets here, like dumb jocks and stuff, because today's game day. Take your Tech-9 and rifle, and I'll carry the ammo and my .223."
"I've also got a few handguns and knives. Our ammo should last about a day. Most importantly, have fun, man."
Cut to the next scene.
Alex and Eric got into their car.
Wait, so that was all just imagined in their minds? Like in a heist or spy movie, when they map out their plan before it happens? But reality often differs from imagination.
So...
Does this mean there's still a twist?
You can't help but start silently praying. Violent movies can be divisive—some people like them, others don't. But when the protagonists of the violence are minors, that fear multiplies a hundredfold. Most people can't calmly watch, as a deep discomfort takes over.
But why do Alex and Eric want to do this? If there's a twist, does Anson become a hero and stop them? What happens next? How does the film end?
Your mind races with thoughts, unable to organize them, completely drawn into the storm of the scene.
The camera now follows Alex and Eric from the back seat of the car, as if the audience is sitting there with them, driving back to campus.
No music, no dialogue, just the steady hum of the engine.
Blood boils uncontrollably—not from excitement, but from unease, agitation, anxiety, even fear.
You're so immersed you forget to breathe.
Alex and Eric arrive at the school without incident, each carrying their gear. They spot Anson, playing with his German Shepherd.
"Hey, what are you two up to?"
"Get out of here. Don't come back. Something bad's going to happen."
"What are you guys doing?"
The camera doesn't pause, just follows Alex and Eric as they move forward.
Then, a sharp 180-degree turn as the camera focuses on Anson.
Anson freezes, takes two steps back, and quickly turns around, moving away from the school. Seeing other students heading inside, he rushes to stop them.
"Hey, don't go in."
"Guys, don't go inside. Something's about to happen."
"Don't go in, okay?"
The students look at Anson as if he's crazy, but he doesn't give up. One by one, he warns everyone he can see.
He starts sprinting.
In Lumière Hall, dead silence reigns. Anson's voice echoes in the room. You clench your fists, nerves taut. When you finally notice your palms are sweaty, you realize your back is drenched, too. The indescribable fear and unease have engulfed the entire theater.
On the big screen, everything is still calm.
Alex and Eric, fully armed, wait patiently in the familiar hallway.
Yet, nothing happens, as if there's a silver lining behind the dark clouds.
Maybe their plan failed. Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe the audience is just scaring themselves. Maybe this is a black comedy where everyone is given a false alarm.
Eric asked, "Man, what's going on?"
Alex checked his watch. "Don't worry, maybe it's a bit delayed. Let's go with Plan B."
Eric asked, "Are you sure the plan's solid?"
Alex replied, "Flawless."
Anson kept running, panting heavily, and saw a man about to enter the school. "Sir, don't go in. Trust me, do not go in."
Finally, he reached a car. The passenger door was open, but no one was inside.
"Damn."
Anson cursed in frustration. "Dad?"
He stood there, bewildered, searching helplessly around.
Meanwhile, Alex and Eric continued down the familiar school hallways. Classes were in session, and the halls were empty except for the echo of their footsteps.
They turned a corner and entered the library.
Alex glanced to the side—click, his gun was cocked.
On screen, the children—who had only shown their backs before—finally turned around. It was Iris, who had just arrived at the library to look at photography books.
Iris clearly hadn't realized what was happening. He raised his camera, focused, and clicked the shutter.
Alex turned around and saw Michelle arranging books on the shelf.
Michelle was equally clueless. "Hey, you guys—"
Bang.
Blood splattered.
Michelle collapsed, painting the bookshelf red.
In Lumière Hall: complete silence.
The audience was overwhelmed with shock and terror, as if falling into an abyss without end, continuously plunging deeper.
Your mind goes blank, filled only with a ringing noise: Buzz…
Alex turned around and fired once, twice, three times. Whether they surrendered or ran, as long as they appeared in his sight, he pulled the trigger.
In the hallway, Nathan and his girlfriend paused, puzzled by the sound.
In the bathroom, Brittany, Jordan, and Nicole finished vomiting, touched up their makeup, and stopped mid-movement when they heard the noise.
"What was that?"
"Sounded like an explosion."
"Oh, great. No homework, no teachers, haha."
"Yeah, that's awesome."
Then, Alex appeared. The three girls were paralyzed with fear.
Bang, bang, bang.
One shot, one body.
The world went silent. Only the sound of gunfire echoed in the air. Everyone in Lumière Hall had lost the ability to react, paralyzed by the shock of the absolute violence.
Then, a figure appeared.
Just as the audience thought the story would descend into a sea of blood, a person dressed in a lemon-yellow T-shirt with pigtails appeared, wandering like a ghost through the corpse-strewn hallway.
"Benny."