Games with the death (Rain×Reader)

Ch 2

Halfway through the journey, the girl noticed with horror that she had forgotten her second bag with notebooks near the swing.  And going to university without notebooks is the same as studying to be a ballerina without pointe shoes.  Fear still ate from the inside, I didn’t want to return to that place at all.  There was a feeling that many pairs of eyes were watching the girl from all sides.  I involuntarily remembered that same horror dream with the participation of eight strangers.  Although they looked harmless, who knows what they were up to.  In any case, Riana soon completely discarded thoughts about this horror movie - she was skeptical about the paranormal, and did not believe in prophetic dreams.

After a couple of minutes, Ri was already carefully looking around, in an attempt to find her pursuer.  He clearly needed something from the girl, but just what exactly?  But no footprints indicated the presence of anyone nearby in the park.  Riana walked over to her bag, sat down beside her, and began to sort things out.  Everything was in place (although who would need a biology abstract anyway?), she breathed a sigh of relief, got up and noticed, out of nowhere, her grandmother on the bench.
“She obviously wasn’t here 30 seconds ago when I was trying to find my pursuer here,” the girl thought and quickly headed towards that very bench.

At first glance, the grandmother was "God's dandelion" - not very tall, thin blonde in her seventies.  But coming closer, Riana noticed some eye-catching details in her appearance.  Dark make-up, a dark gothic sundress and a straight, aristocratic posture.  The elderly woman was clearly not from a timid dozen, and by her age she had not lost her pretentious manners.

“Good morning,” Riana smiled politely, trying to win over the woman a little, “I’m sorry to distract you, but have you by any chance seen anyone in dark clothes here?  A man of thin build and short stature?"

“Let me think,” the woman smiled slightly with the very edges of her lips and obviously falsely thoughtful, “I'm afraid not, dear lady.  I can't help you."

“Thank you,” Riana pulled a smile on her face, trying to look as natural as possible, “have a nice day."

“Satan bless you, Riana,” the woman smiled meaningfully and abruptly lost interest in the conversation.

A chill ran down Ri's back and she hurried away from the woman who knew her from nowhere.  "Yes, and what are these expressions? "Satan protect you," the girl thought, "is she really from that very satanic church that all the inhabitants of the city have been trying so carefully to avoid for over forty years?"

The girl herself did not know the city very well, for she did not often leave the house.  And if she did, then either to the university, or somewhere with her parents, but certainly not to the Church of Satan.  Therefore, Riana had no idea where this church was located.

Seeing the time 7:04 on the clock, the girl ran very quickly towards the university, after checking the presence of all things in two bags.  She crossed three floors almost imperceptibly and, trying to be as quiet as possible, entered the right audience.  Almost no one even paid attention, except for a few losers from the last desks, who looked at Riana in surprise, even shock.  Maybe they didn't think the girl was a nerdy nerd, but in their two years of studying together, they had never seen Ri late.

Paying no attention to anyone, the dark-haired girl silently sat down in an empty seat away from everyone.  Thoughts swirled around in my head.  There were too many questions than answers.  “Who is following me and why? Who is that woman from the bench? How does she know me? Is she from the Church of Satan? Does this mean that her persecutor is also from there?”  - The girl thought about it and did not even notice how the bioengineering teacher was nearby.  There was a bang to her left, and the girl shuddered.