Kazuha is your average school boy who lives normal life

One day he went through his morning routine with as usual efficiency. The sunlight filtered through his curtains as he brushed his teeth, the sound of running water mixing with the distant hum of the city. After a quick breakfast, he grabbed his bag and headed out the door, ready to face another day.

The streets were just beginning to fill with the usual morning traffic. Kazuha walked toward school, the weight of his backpack a familiar comfort. His thoughts were preoccupied with routine concerns—upcoming exams, weekend plans with friends—everything felt predictably normal.

But as he approached the school, a sudden dizziness overwhelmed him. The world around him seemed to waver and tilt, like a painting being shaken on its frame. Kazuha stumbled, clutching his head as the sensation of vertigo intensified. Everything went black...

When he woke up, it felt like a cruel joke. He was lying on the floor of what appeared to be his school's hallway, but everything was off-kilter. The familiar environment was distorted and eerie—walls cracked and stained, flickering lights casting unsettling shadows. The usual hum of student chatter was replaced by an oppressive silence.

Confused and disoriented, Kazuha pushed himself up and looked around. His phone was dead, its screen shattered beyond repair.

The sky was painted in hues of dusk, fading into the deep indigo of approaching night. I found myself in a strange place—a fusion of familiar settings. It was as if my school and my apartment had somehow merged into one sprawling its like the world turned into a chaotic mess. The air was thick with tension, yet the atmosphere was oddly calm. Around me were my friends, though not just the ones I knew in person. Some were faces I had only ever seen online like my friend komoki, yet here we were, together, as if we had been friends our entire lives.

We moved as a group, laughing and talking, blending in with the crowd of people I didn't recognize. There was Komoki and shinzo beside me, their faces showing a mix of curiosity and unease. Someone else was with us too, but their name escaped me, lost in the confusion of the moment. Our footsteps echoed through the halls as the last traces of sunlight disappeared, swallowed by the night.

Suddenly, a piercing scream coming from the building has shattered the stillness. My heart leaped into my throat, and we all turned toward the sound. Panic surged through the group as we rushed to find the source of the scream. When we arrived, I froze. A lifeless body lay on the ground, blood pooling around it. I didn't know who it was, but the sight sent chills down my spine.

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*the characters so far*:

- Kazuha: The protagonist

- komoki: Kazuha's internet friend who is part of the initial group

- shinzo: Kazuha's cousin, also part of the initial group

-------------------------------‐------‐------------------------------------------------------ "" story continuation"" The once-calm atmosphere turned dark and dangerous. Panic spread through the building like wildfire, and without warning, an old manappeared with a heart in his hand twisting it until the blood of the heard is shattered all around the area and, accompanied by a psychopathic girl. Their faces twisted with malice as they set their sights on me, their eyes filled with some kind of primal hunger.

"Run!" someone yelled, and we all scattered.

The sound of footsteps pounded behind me as I sprinted through the maze-like halls, my friends' faces disappearing one by one as we all went in different directions. My heart raced, fear tightening its grip around me. Komoki and shinzo were nowhere to be found, and claw at my chest. I couldn't stop, though. I had to survive.

I heard a second scream, this one much closer. I turned a corner and found a girl around my age, collapsed on the ground, clutching her leg in pain. Her eyes met mine, wide with terror.

"Help me," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Without thinking, I lifted her into my arms and kept running. The hallways seemed to stretch endlessly, and the distant sound of pursuers grew louder. The psychopath girl and the old man were relentless, now joined by others—people who moved like zombies, their expressions blank but their movements driven by a sinister purpose.

I turned another corner and finally saw Komoki and shinzo. They were standing by gate close to an elevator, desperately holding the door closed as the horde of attackers tried to push their way through. I rushed over, but I could see the fear in their eyes. There were too many of them.

"I can't," I whispered, barely able to breathe. "I can't stay."

I entered the elevator and ran, leaving them behind. Guilt surged through me, but there was no other choice. I had to protect the injured girl. I made my way outside, the cool night air hitting my face. Somehow I went far from school and the world looked chaotic everything is merged into eachother and luckily this went in our favour A line of taxis waited at the curb, their yellow lights glowing in the darkness. I jumped into the nearest one, still clutching the girl, and shouted to the driver, "Take us as far away as you can!"

As we drove through the empty streets, I thought we had escaped. But then I noticed something unsettling in the distance, just a few miles behind us. Another taxi was following, keeping pace with us. My heart sank, but I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself it was just a coincidence. We eventually reached a hotel, hoping to find safety. And there were two people in the hotel it's a brother and sister who runs the hotel, we entered the hotel tired terrified injured. so they asked us what happened i told them the situation and not long after we settled in, the door was suddenly smashed open with a deafening crash. It was the old man and the psychopath girl —they had followed us all the way here.

I grabbed the injured girl's hand and pulled her behind me as we ran once more. We burst through the back door of the hotel and into the night. The city's bustling plaza was filled with people, and I pulled a scarf from a nearby vendor's stall, draping it around us to try and blend in. But I knew, no matter how far we ran, the chase was far from over.

Part 2 soon :