"♪ Be good, be good ♪"

"♪ We have to clean up before we come ♪"

"♪ Slash it, chop it up, crush it, go to the dumpster ♪"

"♪ Lara run run run run run run run run run run run run ♪"

"♪ Lara run run run run run run run run run run ♪"

"♪ Lara run run run run run run run run run run run run ♪"

"♪ Run, run, run, run, run... ♪"

The song.

I heard you.

You can't hear it again, there's a song.

"What is this...? Song...?

It's not an illusion.

Phil, Azerea, Elvis, Ruby, and Gawayne.

Looking for the source of the song and looking around.

"No... should..."

That can't be right, it can't be.

That can't be right.

That can't be right!

That guy...

That guy...!

He is, he is, he is!!

".................. he's already dead........................!!!"

"What, hey! Jack!?"

I run.

Follow the trace of blood that lingers in the hallway.

He's dead.

I killed him!!

Definitely!

We also confirmed the body!!

You can't be alive......!!!

Follow the blood trail, turn the corner.

So, I went a little bit, and the blood trail was broken.

That's where the teacher was.

My legs were a little bit, floating off the floor.

From the toe of his shoe, he dripped blood and made a block of blood directly under him.

A scratch on my thigh, what, it's no longer even in my consciousness.

Until just now, the female teacher who was held hostage by Emily O'Hara.

The woman who apologized to me for her impudence.

On a candlestick hung on the wall, deep through the medulla oblongata, hanging.

It's like a giant tapestry.

It looks like bear fur for decor.

As much as I thought I would, I had lost my meaning as a human being...

Azerea and the others catch up and leak a short scream.

After all, this isn't a hallucination either.

It's real.

It's like a nightmare... it's real.

Those five years.

The figure of those who were killed one after the other in front of me overlaps a teacher who hung like a tapestry.

"... oh..."

The nightmare...

It wasn't over yet......