PROLOGUE

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Thick vermilion liquid drips from the janitor's closet pooling around the base of the locker and a traip of it flows further down in a chaotic pattern . lines over lines and circles over circles weaving a tapestry out of God forsaken past and amist the static of the newly destroyed CCTV .

If you listen closely you can make out soft banging from the  inside of the same janitor's closet

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