The Secret Society of School

The Trap is Set

The next day, during lunch, the group gathered in a corner of the cafeteria, their hearts pounding with nervous energy. Reaan, Zoe, Max, and Ethan stood before their classmates, telling them everything they had discovered—about the strange experiments, the video files, the eerie behavior of their friends, and the unsettling events at the school.

At first, there was silence. Then a ripple of shock spread through the group. Some kids looked at each other, unsure whether to believe it, but others were already leaning in, intrigued by the mystery unfolding around them.

"I knew something was wrong," one of their classmates, Sarah, said, her voice trembling. "But this... this is next level."

After a few moments of stunned quiet, Ethan stood up. "We need a team to get to the bottom of this. Anyone who's in, let's go."

One by one, hands went up. The class was on board. They were ready to face whatever secrets the school was hiding, together.

Later that night, as the group walked home, Max suddenly grinned. "Hey, you know what? Let's go witness the theatrics. Just for fun, right?"

The others hesitated, but after a moment of thought, they decided to go. It was the drama competition after all—why not?

They sneaked into the darkened theater, taking their seats in the back. But as they settled in, Minho suddenly appeared in the shadows, his face pale.

"Reaan," he whispered urgently, shaking him awake. "It's a trap. Run."

Reaan felt a strange heaviness settle over him, a shift in the air around him. Something was changing. His instincts screamed at him to move.

He quickly woke his friends. "Let's go. Now."

They bolted from their seats, the sudden urgency propelling them forward, but something felt off—like the walls themselves were closing in. They ran as fast as they could, their hearts pounding, unsure of what they were escaping from, but knowing they couldn't stay any longer.

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