I came back into the room—silent.
No words. No drama. Just steps echoing like clock ticks before midnight.
I knew one thing now—crystal clear in my skull where data and instinct fused:
> **I don't do things alone… I make players out of puppets.**
And this atrium?
It wasn't a prison anymore.
It was my **game board**.
60 terrorists total
1 commander host (high-tier anomaly)
15 rooms — 2 per room minimum, more if guarding VIPs or supplies
3 floors — sealed by internal lockdown protocols but linked through vent routes and stairwells I'd already mapped using dead terrorist's wrist tablet
But me?
I owned this floor now.
Not by strength. Not by weapon count.
By **design**.
Ms. Lira stood beside me—still bruised, still trembling—but alive, alert, silver eyes sharp like she finally saw *me*, not just a monster fucking her mouth…
"You're planning something," she whispered
I didn't answer
Instead—I moved to the back corner of Alpha-1 classroom where all students crouched low, hearts pounding like trapped birds
Their eyes? Full of fear…
Perfect fuel
With one hand raised—I fired twice into ceiling
***BANG! BANG!***
Dust rained down
All heads snapped up—
"The door," I said simply… pointing toward exit hall "Is open."
A beat passed—
Then chaos cracked open like dam breaking
They ran
Students surged forward screaming pushing desperate for light air freedom salvation outside oh god please let us live —
And that's when *they* came down from second-floor catwalks—
Terrorists wearing black masks red armbands code name "Ash Wolves" burst in guns blazing — spraying bullets across fleeing bodies
Screams tore through air as blood splattered walls hallway became slaughter zone within seconds kids falling clutching stomachs crawling on knees begging no no no —
But some didn't die...
Some grabbed fallen rifles
Some remembered army training boot camp nightmares survival instincts kicking hard
One boy—a scrawny first-year named Rian—snatched AK from dead guard and emptied magazine into chest of nearest attacker with wild tears flying mid-shoot
Another girl used fire extinguisher to crush skull then took pistol off belt → aimed → fired twice clean shots center mass → drop two more
Chaos turned to war zone inside college building Ist floor burning with rebellion while I watched… smiling beneath mask…
From shadows near staircase entrance—I stepped outside slowly...
Wind blew hot dust across campus quad littered now with corpses both student and terrorist alike limbs twisted faces frozen horror bullet holes weeping red trails along pavement stones stained dark purple almost black under setting sun sky painted orange-red like judgment had already spoken aloud without sound except wind carrying death report upward heavens closed ears anyway gods busy elsewhere maybe watching livestream too many viewers ignore trend cycle peak moment global attention at 89M viewers rising trending #CampusSiegeLive #DemonVsAngel #WhoIsYassu ??? comments flooding faster than AI can filter:
> 💀 *"Bro he opened the door ON PURPOSE—he wanted them killed!!!"* 😱🔥
>
> 😂 *"Plot twist: Final destination is PE class"* 💀🩸
>
> 👁️🗨️ *"He's not saving them... He's farming kills."* #PlayerTwoConfirmed
>
> 🧠 *"This isn't revenge—it's ascension."*
Back on ground zero...
Only three remained standing beside commander host who held blade dripping fresh blood—one final elite squad untouched till now eyes locked on me emerging calm from smoke shadow figure wrapped in enemy gear face hidden only crimson glow visible beneath cloth...
Without pause—
I raised rifle fitted suppressor silenced system upgraded during bathroom hack session earlier via neural link synced stolen network key :
***Three shots .3 seconds apart***
Head → Heart → Neck vein rupture cascade effect guaranteed kill even for enhanced hosts
***Bang-bang-bang***
Commander dropped last breath whispering "You're not human…"
"Never said I was," I murmured lowering weapon smoke curling off barrel gentle spiral upward sky above silent now only moans wind ash rain beginning fall lightly cover scene sacred burial cloth made too late for sinners here lived died fought lost won ?
All around—the floor clear
Every terrorist gone
Every student dead or gone fled somewhere deeper maybe third level exists beyond records uncharted territory blind spot even government feed glitches there sometimes pixel blur static echo whispers heard once audio recovery team recovered playback later hear voice say clearly:
>> "Welcome... brother..."
But that's later story…
For now?
Only two left alive on first floor…
Me—and Ms. Lira—who stepped out behind me slowly looking over carnage stunned silence breaking inside soul again but different this time—not crying...
Watching *me* instead... as if seeing future arrive early...
And perhaps she did