Nanno Imagine (Girl From Nowhere)

Trap part 1

◦•●◉✿ 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 ✿◉●•◦

As you sat at your desk, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. You calmly packed your belongings into your bag, but something outside caught your attention. The hallway was buzzing with students rushing toward one end of the school, the commotion piquing your curiosity.

Standing up, you made your way to the classroom door, peering out to see the chaos unfold. Students ran past, some glancing back anxiously before continuing down the corridor.

What’s got them in such a hurry? You murmured to yourself, intrigued.

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out your favorite juice box and took a refreshing sip. The cool citrus flavor eased your thirst, but the tense atmosphere lingered. Teachers and students alike dashed down the hall, all heading in the same direction.

Then, you overheard it—a single word that sent a chill down your spine: 𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟. A student with a knife, blood everywhere. The mere thought was enough to snap you into alertness. You instinctively moved with the crowd, navigating through the panic as an eerie sense of dread filled the air.

As you continued walking, you noticed a couple frantically hurrying toward a nearby classroom, joining a small group of students seeking shelter. It was clear they were looking for safety, and you quietly followed them inside.

Just as the door began to close, a girl with choppy dark hair and sharp brown eyes slipped in. There was something about her—she gave off a fierce, unshakable energy. She quickly shut the door behind her, sealing the room, and her presence seemed to elevate the tension.

You moved to a corner of the classroom, keeping your distance from the others. The students immediately began stacking chairs against the door, doing their best to secure the space. From your spot, you couldn’t help but glance at the dark-haired girl. Despite the fear coursing through the room, there was something mesmerizing about her.

As you observed her, you found yourself drawn in, captivated by her enigmatic beauty. In the midst of all this chaos, her calm, almost stoic demeanor only deepened the mystery surrounding her.

Your attention was pulled away when the teacher’s voice rang out, clashing with the chaos. A boy—Koh, as the teacher called him—stood motionless, offering no help in securing the room. The teacher’s patience wore thin, their frustration evident as they demanded why he wasn’t assisting his friends.

Koh simply stared back, unmoved, his silence adding to the tension. The argument escalated, but you remained quiet, unnoticed, still sipping your juice. The dark-haired girl remained equally aloof, observing the scene with the same cool detachment.

Suddenly, Koh brought up something completely out of place—unfinished homework. The teacher’s frustration deepened, clearly unamused by such trivial matters given the situation.

Turning your gaze back to the girl, you whispered, "Aren’t you tired of standing?" Your voice was soft, attempting to break the ice.

Her piercing eyes met yours, and for a moment, she remained silent. Then, with a composed expression, she replied, “No, I’m used to standing.”

Before you could respond, she shifted her focus to you. "What about you?" she asked, her voice calm but carrying a hint of curiosity. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled up a chair and placed it beside you. “Here,” she offered quietly.

For a moment, you hesitated, then accepted her offer, settling into the chair. The proximity only fueled your fascination with her, adding another layer to the sense of intrigue she exuded.

You suddenly noticed Koh making his way toward the door, gripping a chair that had been part of the barricade. Tension spiked in the room, each step he took toward the blocked exit amplifying the anxiety.

Then, the loudspeaker crackled to life, delivering a chilling announcement: a serial killer was loose in the school, disguised as a student and already causing harm. A wave of panic rippled through the room, the danger becoming all too real.

The voice on the speaker urged everyone to stay calm and remain in groups. But as the announcement played, a soft creaking noise echoed through the room, sending a fresh jolt of fear down your spine. The atmosphere grew heavy with unease as you braced yourself for the unknown.

When Koh finally let go of the chair, it remained in place, but its presence felt fragile, barely enough to keep whatever might be outside at bay. The students exchanged nervous glances, their fear mounting with every passing second.

Desperation soon took hold. Students frantically checked their phones, hoping for updates or help, but there was nothing. No signal, no information. The grim realization set in—they were truly on their own, and the weight of that truth filled the room with anxiety and dread.