𝙎𝙪𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

Giran’s heart was still racing from the terrifying message he’d just seen in the mirror. His hand trembled as he pressed against the cold porcelain sink, trying to steady himself. The blood was still fresh, dripping down the mirror, forming words that made his stomach churn.

"DON'T MENG INTO MY AFFAIRS, YOU BASTARD!"

It was as if the blood had a life of its own, scrawled across the glass like a warning. Giran felt the fear tighten in his chest, the dark, ominous words hanging over him. He turned quickly, his mind swirling with panic. He needed to get out of there. He needed to tell someone.

But as he spun around to run, he collided with someone, knocking them both off balance.

"Oof!" The voice was familiar, and Giran’s breath caught in his throat. He looked up to see Wen, his face twisted in surprise as he steadied himself.

"W-What the hell, Giran?" Wen blinked, clearly startled. "What’s going on?"

Giran’s eyes were wide, his breath shallow. He couldn’t stop shaking as he grabbed onto Wen’s shirt. "W-Wen, you have to see this," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "There's... there's blood in the bathroom, on the mirror. It... it said something. It said, 'DON’T MENG INTO MY AFFAIRS, YOU BASTARD!'"

Wen’s eyebrows knitted together, the initial surprise fading into concern. "Wait, what?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He glanced at the bathroom door, clearly unsure whether he should believe Giran.

Giran grabbed his wrist, dragging him toward the bathroom. "I swear, Wen, it’s there! Please, just look!"

Wen hesitated for a moment but then followed Giran reluctantly. As they entered the bathroom, the mirror was clear, no trace of blood left behind. Giran stared at it, his heart sinking. It was like the blood had vanished.

"See?" Wen said, his voice now tinged with a mix of confusion and frustration. "There’s nothing here, Giran. Are you sure you weren’t imagining it?"

Giran felt his chest tighten, the panic bubbling up again. "No... I swear, Wen. It was there. The blood... the words. I—"

But before he could finish, the door to the bathroom suddenly swung open, and Dini stood there, looking annoyed. "Giran, where the hell have you been? The class is about to start!"

Wen looked at Dini, then back at Giran, still unsure about what had happened. Giran’s face was pale, his mind still racing. "I-I don’t know, Dini. Something... something happened," he said, his voice wavering.

Dini raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You’re acting weird. What’s going on?"

Giran opened his mouth to explain but found himself speechless. The blood, the words—it was as if everything had disappeared. Had he imagined it? No. He couldn’t have. But no one would believe him if he said otherwise.

"I think... I need to sit down," Giran muttered, shaking his head as he stumbled out of the bathroom. "This isn’t right."

Dini and Wen exchanged a look, clearly concerned, but neither of them pushed him further. They followed him back to class, but the eerie feeling still lingered in Giran’s mind. Whatever was going on, it was getting worse. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being drawn deeper into something dangerous.

Giran’s eyes began to droop as the teacher droned on, the monotonous voice filling the room. His mind was elsewhere, consumed with the strange happenings of the past few days. The blood on the mirror, the warning, the way Filan’s behavior kept tugging at his thoughts. Nothing made sense, and the tension in his chest only grew heavier.