When Kim and Roger stepped through the shining door, the feeling hit them instantly.
Déjà vu.
The air felt too familiar — warm, calm, almost peaceful — the kind of calm that made your chest tighten instead of relax. Their feet touched solid ground, and when they lifted their heads, they found themselves standing outside a school building.
A real one.
Sunlight reflected off the glass windows. Students' voices echoed faintly in the distance. Laughter. Footsteps. Life.
In front of them stood the same two boys again.
The blond one adjusted the strap of his bag and smiled faintly.
"Let's go," he said.
The boy with black hair hesitated, his eyes scanning the building as if he already knew something was wrong.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.
Kim's breath caught.
Roger whispered, "It's them again…"
Peter.
Noah.
Kim nodded slowly. "Same memory… but a different moment."
The boys walked forward, and Kim and Roger followed without thinking. Just like before, the boys couldn't see them. Couldn't hear them. It was like watching ghosts walk through a life that no longer existed.
As Peter pushed open the school doors, the sound echoed — and the world shifted slightly, like reality blinking.
Roger felt it in her bones.
"This is before everything went wrong," she said softly. "Before the music room… before the disappearances."
Kim clenched his fists. "Before Elisabeth."
At the same time — somewhere else entirely — Tin, Samy, Tony, and Jet stepped into a different memory.
They found themselves inside a classroom.
But this one was normal.
Bright sunlight streamed through the windows. Desks were neatly arranged. The blackboard was clean. The noise of students filled the room — chatter, laughter, the scrape of chairs against the floor.
Lunch break.
Samy froze.
"This… this looks normal," she said, confused. "Too normal."
Tony looked around, his chest tightening. "This is what school is supposed to look like."
At the center of the room sat a girl with long hair, laughing with her friends.
Elisabeth.
She leaned over her desk, whispering something that made the girls around her giggle. Her eyes were alive, expressive — not hollow, not forced like in the photograph they had seen.
Jet swallowed hard. "That's her…"
Tin's voice was quiet. "Before she vanished."
The students couldn't see them. The four of them moved through the classroom like shadows, unseen and untouched.
Samy studied Elisabeth closely. "She doesn't look scared. Or sad."
Tony shook his head slowly. "That's the worst part. She doesn't know what's coming."
Jet tried to listen to the gossip, leaning closer. But it was just ordinary talk — teachers, homework, rumors, crushes. Nothing dark. Nothing suspicious.
Tin walked to the window and looked outside. The playground was full. The sky was clear. Everything was painfully normal.
"This was a perfect day," he said. "That's why it hurts."
Far away — beyond memory, beyond time — the two shadows clashed like storms colliding.
The white shadow moved first, light tearing through the darkness as it struck. The impact shattered the air itself, sending invisible waves rippling across the void.
The black shadow stumbled back, then roared, charging again.
Each blow they exchanged felt like it echoed across worlds.
"You hesitate," the black shadow growled. "You always did."
The white one faltered — just for a second.
"I wanted to save them," it said, its voice trembling with something close to pain. "I tried."
The black shadow laughed bitterly. "I would've been happier if you had saved yourself that day."
The words hit harder than any attack.
They weren't strangers.
They were something else.
Something broken.
Back inside the school corridors, Peter walked ahead eagerly, pointing at different rooms.
"Noah, maybe the records are still there," he said. "If we check the music department—"
Noah grabbed his arm.
"Stop," he said sharply.
Peter frowned. "What?"
Noah's eyes darkened. "You feel it too, don't you? Something's wrong here."
Kim and Roger exchanged a look.
Roger whispered, "Noah knows. He feels it like we did."
Kim nodded. "He's already questioning reality."
They followed the boys through the hallway, passing classrooms, lockers, and bulletin boards. Everything felt familiar to Kim and Roger — too familiar.
"This is how it started for us," Kim said quietly. "Asking questions."
Roger's jaw tightened. "And look where that led."
In the classroom, Samy felt a sudden chill.
She hugged herself. "I don't like this. Watching her like this."
Jet nodded. "It feels wrong. Like we're stealing moments that shouldn't belong to us."
Tony clenched his fists. "But this is the truth. This is what was taken."
Elisabeth laughed again, unaware of the eyes watching her from another time. The bell rang, sharp and loud, cutting through the room.
Students began packing up.
Tin's breath caught. "This is it."
"What?" Samy asked.
"The moment before everything changes."
The shadows collided again, harder this time.
Light and darkness twisted together, neither willing to yield.
"You forgot why you came here," the white shadow shouted, forcing the black one back.
The black shadow staggered — just slightly.
Its voice dropped. "No… I didn't."
The white shadow pressed forward. "Then remember. Remember her."
For a split second, the black shadow froze.
But then it screamed and attacked again, rage swallowing whatever memory tried to surface.
Kim and Roger watched as Peter and Noah stopped in front of the music room door.
Peter reached for the handle.
Roger's heart pounded. "This is it."
Kim's voice was low. "The same door that started everything for us."
Noah hesitated again. "Peter… if something happens—"
"Nothing will," Peter said with forced confidence. "We'll find her."
Kim whispered, "They think answers are inside."
Roger's eyes burned. "Just like we did."
In the classroom, Elisabeth stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Samy stepped forward instinctively. "Wait—"
Her hand passed right through her.
Samy gasped, pulling back.
Jet closed her eyes. "We can't change it."
Tin looked away. "We're just witnesses."
Three places.
Two memories.
One endless fight.
The shadows clashed again, their battle growing more violent, each strike shaking the foundations of every memory unfolding.
Pain echoed through light. Rage burned through darkness.
And six souls walked deeper into the past — unaware that the closer they got to the truth, the closer they came to the moment everything broke.
The moment the school stopped being just a school.
And became something else entirely.