CHAPTER 3
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We were led into a large room, and just like in the human world, they also wore uniforms. These were blue pajamas—both top and bottom. Each of us was handed one to signify that we were now students here. We had already put them on before entering.
I clutched my bag tightly, my eyes darting nervously toward the strange beings in the room. The others who had come with me were visibly distressed, some even muttering desperate prayers to gods they believed in.
"A-are we going to die here?" Let, one of the people chosen to study in this cursed school, asked, her voice trembling.
"I don’t know," I replied, shaking my head. "But one thing I’m sure of... we’re not getting out of here." I whispered the last part, feeling her grip tighten on my arm. Her entire body was shaking, and I had no idea how to comfort her—or myself.
These beings were... different, especially when they displayed their unnatural strength and speed. Immortals, without a doubt.
I noticed some of them playing a ball game, one hitting it back and forth with incredible precision, until a man suddenly clapped his hands, commanding their attention. Immediately, everyone froze, standing straight and quiet.
"They’re your new companions," he said, referring to us.
We stood in a line of ten, facing them. On the other side, about forty of them stared back at us.
A collective grin spread across their faces, and an uneasy chill ran down my spine. I lowered my gaze, trying to avoid their piercing stares.
"I’ve got something to do," the man said casually before walking away, leaving us there without any instructions. Were we just supposed to stand here, staring at each other?
Their rigid posture dissolved as they quickly scattered, returning to their activities as if we didn’t exist.
"T-they’re terrifying," Let whispered, clinging to my arm again. "I don’t want to stay here." She buried her face in my shoulder. "L-let’s run away—"
"Don’t even think about it," a sharp voice interrupted.
We turned to see a woman approaching us. Her raised eyebrows, red lips, and elaborate hairstyle made her look both stunning and intimidating.
"W-why not?" Let stammered.
"Because we won’t let you," the woman replied with a smirk. "Now that you’re one of us."
"I’m not a monster!" Let shouted, her voice trembling.
The woman moved so fast it was like a flash of lightning. Before we could react, she was behind us.
"We’re not monsters," she whispered into Let’s ear, her voice chilling. "But we do kill whenever we feel like it."
Her hand shot out, gripping Let’s throat with claws that grew longer by the second. Her eyes turned blood red.
"I hate people like you," she snarled.
"S-stop it!" I shouted, my voice weak as panic took over.
"S-she didn’t mean it," I stammered, my heart pounding as Let’s terrified eyes pleaded for help.
"Shut up!" the woman snapped at me. "You’re new here, so don’t act smart."
She flung Let to the floor, who gasped for air. I rushed toward her, but the room suddenly fell silent.
I froze, noticing how everyone else in the room had gone utterly still. Even the woman who had just attacked Let stepped back, her fists clenched, as if restraining herself. She bowed her head and walked away.
Let and I exchanged confused glances.
"What’s happening?" I asked, though I knew she couldn’t answer.
Tymo, another newcomer, leaned in and whispered, "Summy."
I shook my head, indicating I didn’t understand.
"Sit down," a voice ordered.
It was the man from earlier. His calm tone carried an edge of warning.
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do as I say if you want to live."
The other students collapsed into their seats like lifeless puppets.
The man tilted his head toward the sky. "Something’s coming."
Despite my confusion, I followed his advice and sat down, as did Let and the others. The tension was palpable. Minutes passed in silence, and the air grew thick.
Then it happened—a gust of wind so strong it made me shut my eyes.
"Did you feel that?" I asked Let.
"Y-yeah. It’s... it’s like a powerful force," she stammered, sweat dripping down her temple.
The door opened, and a man stepped inside.
His presence was overwhelming, the air around him buzzing with authority and danger. He walked with deliberate slowness, his head slightly bowed, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his white long-sleeved shirt. Unlike us, he wasn’t wearing the school uniform.
The sight of him made my heart race uncontrollably, and I swallowed hard when our eyes locked.
"Sit down," Let whispered, tugging at my arm.
I obeyed, my legs trembling as he passed by. To my shock, he chose the seat directly behind me.
The room remained deathly quiet for the rest of the day. I noticed that none of the teachers dared to wake him when he fell asleep.
When the clock struck 6 PM, the others began filing out, leaving only the new students behind.
"Go home," the man from earlier said, ushering us out.
Relief washed over us as we exited the building, though his next words sent a chill down my spine.
"Good thing you didn’t make any noise earlier," he said, smirking.
We exchanged nervous glances.
"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.
He laughed, his tone dark. "The new guy doesn’t like noise. If you want to survive here, remember that."
"Why is he so terrifying?" I pressed.
The man’s smile faded, replaced by a grim expression.
"Just stay quiet when he’s around," he said, turning to leave.
I called after him, desperate for answers. "Why does it matter?"
He paused, glancing back at us.
"Because your lives depend on it."
And with that, he vanished, leaving us more confused and terrified than ever.
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