“My last school was way better; this place is so dead, jeez,” Nena grumbled, as she rummaged through her dorm-locker.
She was getting late for breakfast; damn, where was her uniform!
‘Grrrowl’, Nena jerked at the menacing noise next to her; alarmed, she looked around.
A scratching sound followed, that grew more rampant very passing second; the noise deafening her ~ she started to run, but found herself immobile; what's going on?
Nena’s eyes opened; she was in the locker-room; it was past noon; gosh, what happened and why were there bruise-marks all over her body; will she unravel the mystery?
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