The Ghosts That Could Not Rest

The survivors blinked—and suddenly they weren't in the void anymore. No twisting space. No floating horrors.

Just… a classroom.

Familiar. Still.

It was their old classroom. The desks they used to doodle on. The chalkboard still had half-erased math equations scrawled across it. The soft scent of old books and cleaning spray hung in the air.

For a second—just for a second—it almost felt like they were safe.

Until they looked up.

And saw the bodies.

Dozens. Hundreds.

Hanging.

Necks twisted. Fingers twitching. Eyes open.

Olivia. The original Satoshi. And behind them, a horrifying mass of every victim who had suffered while these survivors laughed, mocked, and stood by.

The air turned suffocating. Someone vomited. Someone else just screamed.

And Satoshi? Satoshi laughed.

"Let's play a game," he said, smiling like he'd just shared a joke no one else understood. "This one's simple."

He pointed upward. "One of those souls died because of you."

A snap. Chains shot up from the floor, slamming into their wrists and ankles, locking everyone in place.

"Find the one you wronged the most," he continued, dusting off his shoulder. "And apologize. Truly. From the heart."

He smiled wider. "If they forgive you, you live."

A pause.

"If they don't…"

The first chain yanked upward. A student screamed.

Snap.

And the game began.

They begged. They crawled.

"I'M SORRY—PLEASE!"

"I didn't know! I didn't mean it!"

"It was just a joke!"

But the ghosts… didn't care. They didn't blink. They didn't move. They just stared.

Another chain. Snap. Another body joined the ceiling.

Satoshi floated above it all like it was a school play.

"Wow," he yawned. "You guys were way louder when you were the ones laughing."

A girl—one of the loudest, the cruelest—collapsed under her desk.

"I'm sorry, Olivia! I didn't mean it! I swear!"

Satoshi tilted his head. "Really?"

Olivia's corpse turned slowly.

And whispered—

"You laughed."

The girl sobbed. "I—I was just—"

"You laughed."

Her chain pulled. She screamed.

Snap.

And silence.

They died. One by one.

The bullies. The bystanders. The cruel. The silent.

No amount of tears or apologies mattered. Because in this world—

the dead didn't forgive.

By the end, only four were left. They looked like ghosts themselves—pale, shaking, barely standing.

Satoshi clapped his hands cheerfully. "Well done!"

One boy collapsed to the floor, curled up like a broken toy.

Satoshi crouched next to him. "Hey. Wanna know something funny?"

The boy didn't respond.

Satoshi leaned in close, whispering right against his ear with a cruel smile.

"You still think I'm going to let you go."

The boy stopped breathing.

Satoshi smiled.

"Next round."

Snap.

And the classroom dissolved.

The world twisted. Classroom walls peeled away like rotting wallpaper. The ground stretched out into a void—but the survivors didn't fall.

Instead, they landed at a long, wooden table. Set like a feast.

Silver plates. Golden goblets. Candles that flickered with flames that didn't feel quite right.

At the head of the table—Satoshi. Knife in hand. Smiling like this was all just a dinner party.

"Welcome to Round Three," he said, swirling the blade casually. "Big congrats on surviving the last two."

They didn't speak. They couldn't.

Satoshi loved that.

"Let's eat."

The plates filled themselves.

Steak. Soup. Fruit that looked like gems.

And then the smell hit.

Rot. Decay. Wrong.

The steak breathed. The soup whispered. The fruit pulsed like it had a heartbeat.

Daniel gagged.

Satoshi tapped his plate.

"C'mon now. This is a special meal. Custom made."

No one moved.

His smile thinned.

"Eat."

And reality shook with the command.

Daniel whimpered. "I—I can't."

Satoshi leaned back, with a happy smile. "You don't even know what's on your plate. Wanna guess? No? Cool—I'll tell you."

He pointed at Daniel.

"Steak? That's your mom. The one who begged for your dad's life."

He pointed to the soup.

"Olivia. The girl you watched die."

The fruit? He picked one up and squeezed.

It bled.

"These are everyone you ignored. Everyone you let suffer."

Snap.

And the food came alive.

Daniel's steak turned into his mother.

"Daniel," she groaned. "Eat me."

Sarah got dragged into the soup. Drowning. Screaming.

The fruit burst open with faces—victims, all of them.

Elliot and Max tried to run.

Satoshi's voice cracked like a whip.

"You don't get to run."

They were forced to eat.

Bite after bite. Tear after tear.

Until the people they consumed began crawling out of them.

Sarah's body split open. Olivia's melted face emerged.

Daniel's jaw unhinged, and his mother poured out.

Elliot and Max? Collapsed.

Not dead. Just… empty.

Satoshi clapped.

"Well, that was fun!"

Only two remained. Max. Elliot.

Still breathing.

Barely.

The feast vanished.

And now—

Just mirrors. Endless. Stretching into a void.

Satoshi hovered above, quiet now. Serious.

This was it.

The end.

The mirrors showed everything.

Max—beating a child. Laughing while Olivia suffered.

Elliot—standing by. Watching. Saying nothing.

And then—the reflections moved.

Max's mirror self stepped out.

And beat him.

Over and over.

"What's wrong?" it asked. "Not funny anymore?"

Elliot's just stood there. Watching.

Until it whispered—

"If you had done something… they'd still be alive."

It touched him.

And he felt everything.

Satoshi watched.

Silent.

Because this— This was real justice.

He clapped once.

Time froze.

"Final choice," he said.

"Kill your reflection—or take its place."

And he smiled.

Because now, they finally knew:

There are some sins you never walk away from.