"Ah, ah, ah, ah—"
Principal Kanazaki's screams echoed through the night sky.
Yi Lin, silent and stealthy, twisted open the door and entered.
In the brightly lit principal's office, the scantily clad secretary had a ghostly pale face with eyes that resembled specters, crunching on something in her mouth.
Principal Kanazaki, in pain, was frantically rolling on the floor, drenched in cold sweat mixed with blood.
Below him…
It was hard to describe.
From a minor leak, it had turned into a small fountain—jets of blood spouting out.
As Principal Kanazaki rolled on the ground, a trail of blood spread from the secretary to the corner where he was, forming a path of blood.
"Am I late?"
Yi Lin smiled cheerfully, "When did you get replaced?"
Inside the principal's office.