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The Last Class

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Leituras 4
Votos 1
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Every class has its memories. But in this class, there is a curse.

At Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Seri Lazuardi, Arif's 5th graders have just started their last session of school. But something strange happens - an extra desk appears in the classroom. The 13th desk. No one knows where it came from, and there is no name written on it.

One by one, the students begin to experience strange disturbances - shadows moving on their own, voices calling from broken speakers, dreams of a princess crying in a red lake. They discover old journals, a list of names that has turned red, and the legend of a class that disappeared 25 years ago.

Now, history is repeating itself. The buried truth is rising. And if they fail to complete the final ritual, one by one they will be erased from reality.

Only one question needs to be answered before it's too late:

Who exactly has yet to be called by name?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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