In the suffocating darkness of an unknown realm, Mister Demi awoke, disoriented and unsettled. The air was thick, and silence enveloped him like a shroud. Shadows danced around the edges of his vision, revealing grotesque, black tentacles and jagged spikes that loomed ominously throughout the room. He took a tentative step forward, feeling a strange pull toward the unfamiliar space.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he spotted a familiar figure huddled against one of the towering spikes. “Sasha…?” he called, his voice faint in the oppressive silence.
Miss Sasha looked up, her expression a mix of relief and melancholy. “Hey, Demi…” she replied, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“What is this place?” he asked, bewilderment creeping into his tone.
Sasha chuckled softly, a sound that echoed strangely in the void. “What’s so funny?” he pressed, trying to understand her cryptic demeanor.
Her voice turned dark, yet it was infused with a softness that was unsettling. “You know, the students who survived Alice after entering her room… they disappeared after they fled the school.”
Mister Demi raised an eyebrow, skepticism mingling with curiosity. “Really?”
Sasha nodded gravely. “Yeah, no one knows where they went, except one… He came back and talked to me like nothing happened.”
“What did he tell you?” Mister Demi pressed further, intrigued by the mystery that surrounded their predicament.
Sasha hesitated, her brow furrowing as she searched for the memory. “He said... ‘Don’t escape your death…’”
Confusion flooded Mister Demi’s mind. “What does that mean?”
Sasha’s gaze held his, a silent exchange passing between them. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, as the shadows around them seemed to pulse with a dark energy. Suddenly, Mister Demi noticed a door looming at the far end of the room, its presence both inviting and forbidding.
“I need to see what’s beyond this,” he murmured, stepping away from Sasha. When he turned back to her, she had vanished, leaving only the shadows and the chilling silence behind.
Heart pounding, he approached the door, gripping the cold handle. With a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped through, feeling a rush of air as he crossed the threshold.
He found himself standing behind Alice’s room, a familiar yet foreboding sight. The walls seemed to pulse with a life of their own, and the dread of what had transpired in this very place clawed at his mind.
With trepidation, Mister Demi made his way to his classroom. The door creaked open, and the scene that unfolded before him sent a jolt through his entire being. There, sprawled lifelessly on the cold floor, was his own dead body.
Panic surged within him, and he staggered backward, his gaze darting around the room. It was then that he spotted Miss Bloomie, her figure silhouetted against the window, staring outside in the heavy rain. The memory struck him like a lightning bolt—she had been the one to end his life. Mister Demi clenched his fist slightly. he wanted revenge
