Human Trash

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In the dimly lit confines of Akihiko's room, the group of friends sat in a somber silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Emo, curled up in the corner, muttered a chilling revelation to herself, her words hanging heavy in the air like a dark omen. The weight of their recent loss pressed upon them, leaving them numb and hollow, stripped of tears, feelings, and emotions.

"One more died..." Emo's voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the silence, sending a shiver down the spine of each person present.

Not a single tear fell, not a single sob escaped their lips. It seemed as though the horrors they faced had drained them of all emotion, leaving behind only a hollow shell of their former selves. It felt pointless to cry anymore, for in their minds, the grim reality had already set in.

Outside, the cawing of crows filled the air, their mournful cries echoing the sorrow that hung over the room. The window remained wide open, a silent witness to the tragedy that had unfolded within those four walls. The chair, kicked aside in the chaos of the moment, lay abandoned on the floor, a stark reminder of the turmoil that had engulfed them.

As time passed, the outside world encroached upon their grief-stricken sanctuary. Faculty members and police officers entered the room, their presence a stark reminder of the harsh reality they faced. Sean's body was taken away, leaving behind a sense of emptiness that seemed to permeate the very walls of the room.

"I have had enough," Yu's voice broke the heavy silence, her frustration and anger bubbling to the surface. "Why does 9-B have to go through all of this? What did we even do?"

Her sudden outburst snapped the others out of their stupor, stirring them from their numbness. Zen glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but remained silent, lost in his own thoughts.

Iwasimi spoke up next, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Yu-san is right. We should at least know why we are being killed, or who is killing us, in the least."

"The second part... I believe we know," Emo interjected.

"Sorry?" Yu asked, confusion evident in her tone.

"It's... Leika," Emo stated, her words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. As if in response, thunder rumbled outside, and lightning streaked across the sky. The wind picked up, howling through the open window, as if protesting against the mention of the name.

Fear gripped them all as Zen crawled to a corner, his body trembling with dread. He buried his face in his arms, muttering words that sent chills down their spines.

"A ghost is here... She is finally here... It's over now... It is my turn next..."

"Listen, guys," Emo began, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her. "Me, Erano, and Zen wanted to save the club. Especially me. Because I wanted to prove it to everyone that the ghost of Leika, what everyone is talking about, is just a stupid scare and nothing more."

"When did the rumors start anyway, and why?" Rester asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Emo sighed before replying, her gaze distant as she recounted the events of the past. "It was six months after her death when the first incident occurred. At the time, things were much better than now. Better lights and everything. Overall, we had a great infrastructure. But after that incident, things started changing a little."

"What had happened?" Jetto asked, leaning in closer, eager for answers.

"...One of Leika's classmates began acting weird," Emo continued, her voice tinged with sadness. "She claimed that she could see and hear Leika. She warned everyone that Leika would take revenge, but of course, as you can take a guess..."