The night was thick with tension.
Kairo stood outside the school gates, hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes burning beneath the streetlights.
He wasn't just chasing Sera anymore.
He was chasing the truth — and maybe something darker.
His phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number:
> *"Stop digging, or you'll drown."*
Kairo smiled coldly.
"Drown? I'm the one holding the knife."
He pocketed the phone and stepped forward.
Inside the school, shadows moved — watching.
The game was changing.
And Kairo was no longer just a player.
He was the storm.