Shunji High.
Beneath the bustling school building, there is a secret underground chamber that only select few can enter and knew of.
The underground chamber beneath was vast, ancient, and suffocatingly dark, the kind of place that swallowed all traces of warmth and sanity.
Dim candlelight flickered across cracked stone walls covered in grotesque murals—depictions of rituals and sacrifices so old that even time seemed to avoid remembering them.
The smell of burnt incense mixed with something metallic and rotten hung in the air, clinging to the skin like a curse.
In the middle of the chamber, a group of figures clad in black robes knelt in perfect formation, their foreheads pressed to the cold ground, bodies trembling as they chanted in unison.
The sound was a discordant hymn, like distorted prayer incomprehensible for human mind and uttered in a tongue no known to man.
