Hanako-san, are you there?

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Another week had went by and no murders had been attempted. Everyone was weary and they were careful to not walk alone at night. While the gangs hid in the bunkers at night who knows what lured Gwendolyn outside.

"Come on!" She laughed as she dragged Elisabeth around the halls.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" The blonde girl groaned as she let herself be dragged up to the third floor, stumbling up the stairs.

"I made a new friend, you'll see!" Gwen replied. Elisabeth raised a brow intrigued as she watched the girl skip into one of the bathrooms.

"You made a friend in the bathroom?" She asked wearily as she followed her inside, looking around the dark room.

"Yeah, we've been talking all day," she clapped her hands excitedly. "She told me to bring a friend along so she could meet you," she nodded happily. Elisabeth stared at her for a moment before looking around.

"Well... Where is she?" Elisabeth sighed, starting to think that this was just all in the girl's head as she leaned against the door.

"Here," Gwen giggled a bit as she walked over to the third stall. She gave three loud knocks and asked, "Hanako-san, are you there?" Standing on her tiptoes as she awaited a reply.

A shiver ran down Elisabeth's spine at the mention of the name. "Gwen, that's just an urban legend you shouldn't-" she was cut off as three slow knocks were heard from inside the stall. She tensed up, standing up straight as she looked at the girl. "Gwen, we should go," she warned.

Only a mere second after she said that, the stall door opened and a pale hand pulled Gwendolyn inside. Elisabeth went to run to her but her screams died down, drowned by the noise of a knife repeatedly stabbing into her. As she watched the pool of blood coming from the stall, the door creaked open once again.

Rapidly she opened the bathroom door and bolted out, quickly making a call as she muttered, "not again."

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Tasks
1_ Your main priority is to stay alive and try and figure out who all were out of the bunker that night (maybe it's someone from the gangs?)

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