The safe room was in the basement of the service center. Once the iron door shut, the roars outside became a muffled rumble. Emergency lights glowed, and the corner was stacked with blankets, bottled water, and a first-aid kit. Dozens of students crowded inside; no one spoke anymore.
The people who had just been holding up their phones to record the spectacle now hung their heads, as if finally realizing that only a single door stood between them and death.
Vesper sat in the corner wrapped in a blanket, her face still smeared with sausage grease and ash. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup ruined—she was in such a state of disarray that she looked nothing like the "Forest Princess" from her livestream.
Her stream had been cut off by the platform. But screen recordings were circulating e
