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It's him...
He doesn't move, he just stands there, staring at us from the distance.
My eyes move to his left hand and see him holding a gun. I can feel the intensity of his stare even though I can't see his eyes.
No more living in fear, no more surviving, the decisive moment is here and even though I'm terrified, a part of me has the need to end with all this for good or bad.
Surviving isn't enough. I want to live. At this moment, I decide not to be scared and let things turn out as they do. I don't care anymore.
He tilts his head to the side, the movement barely visible in the dark. I know I need to move, run or scream, but my brain doesn't seem to react.
Jihye takes my arm. "Shit, shit! We need to get out of here."
I take a step back with her and the killer straightens his head, raising his gun and pointing it towards us.
"Run!!" Jihye yells and pulls my arm as we quickly run down the hallway, our hearts pounding and our throats dry and our breathing's heavy.
I pray desperately that he doesn't shoot as I wait for the pain of a bullet to pierce my back at any moment.
But I don't feel it.
I look over my shoulder to see him taking slow steps towards us.
How is he so confident we won't escape? He doesn't seem rushed at all.
We run to the back door but it's locked.
"No, no, no!" Jihye begins kicking the door over and over again.
Desperate, I see the stairs leading to the second floor next to us, and without thinking twice, I take her hand and run up the stairs as fast as I can.
Our heavy breathing resonates through the walls, our heartbeats accelerated.
My heart is about to collapse by the time we reach the second floor. Why is it empty, where is everyone?
"I can't breathe." Jihye holds her chest. "I can't."
I take hold of her face, looking at her eyes filled with tears.
"Jihye, look at me," I speak softly. "we'll be fine, okay? We just need a place to hide and we'll be fine."
Even though I don't believe my own words, I have to calm her down.
We cross the second floor, trying to open the doors, but they're all locked by key.
But then I remember.
Yoongi.
Maybe he can help us. I have a feeling he might have a good idea on how to escape the place.
"Room twenty-eight. On the boy's side," I say breathlessly, taking her arm and running.
"What?" Jihye whispers as she keeps looking behind us. The killer still didn't appear by the stairs.
I run to the door leading to the boys side and desperately hope it's unlocked, which it thankfully is.
We enter the boy's side and I immediately search for his room number.
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven...
Twenty-eight.
As I stop in front of his room, my eyes open in complete shock.
His door is wide open and there's a huge trail of blood coming from it.
Oh no.
I take a look inside, expecting the worst but it's empty. However, I see a pool of blood in the corner where I saw Yoongi last time.