Arya slowly opened his eyes. He found himself standing outside the classroom, right in front of the door he had just entered moments ago. His body was trembling violently, cold sweat dripping down his temples, and his breathing was labored. The lingering fear from what he had just experienced in the classroom gripped him tightly.
He stood frozen, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. Suddenly, the sound of soft tapping echoed from behind the classroom door. The sound was faint, but enough to make Arya flinch. With cautious eyes, he turned toward the door's window.
A bloody handprint appeared on the glass. The tapping continued, growing louder as more bloodstains spread across the window, as if dozens of invisible hands were trying to escape from within the classroom. A faint voice accompanied the tapping, whispering in his ears:
"Come back…"
Arya held his breath, his body paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. As the voice grew louder and the bloody handprints multiplied, he couldn't take it anymore. Panicking, he turned and ran as fast as he could toward the staircase.
Rushing down the corridor, Arya suddenly caught sight of someone passing in front of him. He slowed down, his eyes widening as he realized it was a young woman with long flowing hair. The woman leapt from the seventh floor. Her movements were slow, almost dreamlike, and as her body descended, their eyes met.
For a brief moment, Arya froze. The fear that had consumed him moments earlier dissipated, replaced by a single thought that crossed his mind:
"She's beautiful…"
The woman's body hit the ground with a loud thud. Arya stopped in his tracks, staring down at her. He saw her lying lifeless, blood pooling around her head and creating a crimson halo. Panic and fear were no longer on his mind. Without a second thought, he rushed down the stairs to help her.
But something strange happened. The staircase felt endless. No matter how far he ran, Arya realized he was stuck in a loop. The floor numbers on the walls changed erratically—shifting from the fourth floor to the sixth, and then back to the fifth. Anxiety welled up inside him.
"What is this place? Why am I going in circles?" he muttered, his voice trembling.
He stopped momentarily, resting his hands on his knees, his legs weak from exhaustion and stress. His gaze darted around, searching for any explanation, but he found only the suffocating silence.
Suddenly, a loud thud echoed through the corridor. The sound came from one floor above him. Arya looked up warily, his heart pounding against his chest. There, he saw a massive black hand covered in fur, its sharp claws gripping the staircase railing above him.
Fear gripped him once again. A deep, guttural laughter reverberated through the empty space, a sound so menacing it could only have come from something inhuman. Arya didn't want to find out more. Forcing his legs to move, he began running again, his steps frantic and uneven.
Out of breath and chased by terror, Arya noticed a sign ahead: "Seventh Floor." Without hesitation, he made a desperate decision and leapt from the stairs, hoping to escape the nightmare.
His body plummeted rapidly, rolling upon impact as he landed. Pain radiated through his entire body, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the campus courtyard. His breathing was still ragged, but he was no longer inside the building.
Through the confusion and pain, Arya staggered to his feet. With shaky steps, he walked toward the spot where he had seen the woman fall earlier. However, when he arrived, he found nothing—no body, no blood, only scattered leaves on the ground. The crimson pool that had filled his vision was gone.