The campus had fallen into a heavy silence as the dread from Alyssa's murder hung over everyone. With the group still reeling from the previous night's events, the tension was palpable. In Caden's dorm room, the remaining survivors gathered to discuss their next steps, each person trying to come to terms with the horror that had already struck them.
The group consisted of Eric, Tera, Caden, Shaunce, Tyler, and Detective Jordan, along with new friends Sequoya, Antasia, Alejandro, Ahjanee, Demetrius, Star, Von, Isaiah, Reggie, Alyssa, and Isaac. Everyone was on edge, their conversations punctuated by the occasional nervous laugh or uneasy silence.
Meanwhile, the killer was plotting their next move, watching the group from the shadows. Tonight, they had a particularly brutal plan in mind. The next victim would be Ahjanee, and the scene they planned would be anything but merciful.
Ahjanee was alone in her dorm room, sitting at her desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes. She was trying to focus on her studies, but the anxiety of the recent murders had made it nearly impossible to concentrate. The faint creak of the door alerted her, but she dismissed it as her imagination playing tricks on her.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and the killer-dressed in dark, concealing attire-entered with an ominous, menacing presence. Ahjanee's eyes widened in horror as she saw the gleam of a serrated knife in the dim light.
"What the fuck?" she gasped, rising from her chair in a panic.
Before she could react, the killer lunged at her with terrifying speed. The struggle was fierce; Ahjanee fought back with every ounce of strength she had, but the killer was relentless. The room was filled with the sounds of desperate gasps and the metallic clash of the knife against furniture.
The killer grabbed Ahjanee and forced her to the floor, pinning her down with a brutal, suffocating grip. With a twisted smile, they grabbed a sharp, jagged knife and pressed it against her chest. Ahjanee's screams pierced the silence, her voice trembling with pain and fear.
"You think you're special?" the killer taunted, their voice dripping with malice. "Let's see how long you last."
The knife sliced through her shirt, exposing her skin. The killer began to carve into her, each cut precise and cruel. Ahjanee's screams grew louder, her body writhing in agony as the blade cut deeper, leaving deep, bloody gashes.
With a cruel laugh, the killer's hand moved to her stomach, slicing through the flesh with a sickening ease. Ahjanee's eyes were wide with terror as the killer peeled open her abdomen, the blood flowing freely and mixing with her tears.
"Such a shame," the killer sneered, their tone mocking. "You could have been so much more."
The killer then used their knife to sever her intestines, letting them spill out onto the floor. Ahjanee's screams became frantic, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The killer took twisted pleasure in her suffering, making cruel comments and taunting her as they continued their work.
Finally, with a merciless grin, the killer plunged the knife into Ahjanee's heart, ending her suffering. The room fell silent except for the soft, sickening thud of her lifeless body hitting the floor. The killer stood over her, admiring their handiwork with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"Rest in pieces," the killer murmured before turning and leaving the room, closing the door behind them. The silence that followed was heavy, the brutality of the scene a stark reminder of the violence that had yet to come.
When the group discovered Ahjanee's body the next morning, they were met with a horrifying and gruesome scene. The brutality of her death left them shaken, the vivid images of her suffering a grim reminder of the danger they were all in.
The discovery shattered their fragile sense of security, plunging them into a state of fear and confusion. They knew now that the killer's methods were far more brutal and sadistic than they had ever imagined, and the fear of what might come next weighed heavily on their minds.
