The school was alive.
Students rushed across the courtyard, their voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of teenage chatter. Teachers walked the hallways, grading papers, giving lectures, living out their ordinary day.
None of them knew.
None of them had any idea that a predator had just entered their territory.
Shirley walked with slow, deliberate steps, her rabbit mask concealing the rage that burned beneath. The knife in her grip dripped red, the blood of the security guard still warm against her fingers.
She could hear the distant sound of cars outside the school. The world moved on as if nothing had happened.
Her sister was dead.
Jason was dead.
And now, someone had to pay.
She didn't have Jason anymore.
But she had them.
The people who had made her life hell.
She stepped forward, gripping the knife tighter.
The school hallway was packed with students.