Ren and Daichi slipped into the staff room and quietly shut the door behind them.
The moment they turned, both froze.
Daichi's voice cracked. "…What the hell…"
In the center of the room lay a pile of bodies. Women—dressed in the same cleaner uniforms as the ones patrolling outside—stacked like garbage bags. Blood drenched the floor, pooling beneath them, staining the air with the metallic stench of iron. Limbs hung at wrong angles. Faces were frozen in fear.
Ren's chest tightened. This isn't a fight. This is a massacre…
Daichi stumbled back, his face pale. "T-These are the ones holding us hostage, right? Then… who the hell killed them?"
Ren stepped closer, his eyes scanning the scene. The blood was fresh. Whoever did this had been here not long ago. "Not us. Not the students. Something else happened here."
Daichi's fists clenched. "Wait, wait, wait. If someone's strong enough to wipe out armed women like this… then what if they're still here?!"
