Back On Campus
George rushes toward Son and Leo, visibly shaken, barely holding himself together.
"George, bro, you're late as hell — what happened to you? Why do you look like that?" Son asks, stepping toward him.
"Did somebody mess with you?" Leo adds, scanning him up and down.
George swallows hard.
"There was — there was someone in there. He tried to slit my throat. But the professor walked in just In time and he just… vanished."
Son's face drops.
"...What?"
Leo crosses his arms.
"George, bro. You watch way too many horror movies."
"No — Leo I'm serious, I didn't imagine this. He showed up out of nowhere and he was about to put his knife In my neck. He told me his name was Moster."
Son goes quiet for a second.
"Moster…" he repeats slowly. "That name sounds genuinely terrifying. What did he look like?"
"Full black mask. Red outfit. And where his eyes were supposed to be — this red light was coming through. Like blood."
Leo stares at him for a long moment.
"George. You just described a character straight out of your imagination. That person does not exist. What's the last movie you watched?"
George hesitates.
"...The Happy Trip."
Leo raises an eyebrow.
"That's it?"
"...I also watched The Vanishing Killer."
"THERE it is." Leo points at him. "You watched a horror movie this week and now you think you saw a real killer. That's literally what happened."
George opens his mouth. Closes it.
"...Maybe."
The University Bathrooms
We cut inside the university bathroom. A girl sits on the toilet, completely unbothered, reading a book. She's 5'6", pale skin, wavy hair that leans red, and silver eyes.
This is Gowin.
Suddenly — soapy water dumps down on her from above.
Gowin gasps hard, snapping her head up —
A girl stands on top of the stall partition above her, holding an empty bucket and grinning like she just won something.
This is Gina.
"What the f*ck, Gina?!" Gowin snaps, soaking wet.
Gina bursts out laughing.
"B*tch, are you seriously reading a BOOK on the toilet?! Since when is the bathroom a library?! What is WRONG with you?!"
The Bathroom — After Gina Leaves
Gowin steps out of the stall, soaking wet and sticky, hair dripping.
Gina looks her up and down with a smirk.
"All clean now, b*tch?"
"Go to hell," Gowin mutters, moving toward the exit.
Gina grabs her by the hair and yanks her straight down to the floor.
Gowin hits the ground hard.
Gina stands over her.
"Didn't anybody ever teach you?" she says coolly. "The great ones go first."
Gowin looks up at her from the floor, jaw tight.
"And who the hell told you that you were great, Gina? You're nothing but a lowlife."
Gina's expression doesn't change.
She draws back and punches Gowin clean across the face.
Blood. Immediate.
"B*tch."
She walks out without looking back.
Gowin sits alone on the bathroom floor. She doesn't scream. She doesn't call for help.
She just cries. Quietly. To herself.
After a moment she pulls herself up, wipes her face, and moves toward the door —
A drop hits the floor in front of her.
She stops.
Looks down at It.
"...What is that?"
She raises her hand slowly —
Another drop lands right in her palm.
Gowin's eyes go wide.
"...Blood."
She looks up.
The entire ceiling is soaked in blood. Every inch. Dripping.
"AHHHH—"
She stumbles backward, slips on the wet floor, crashes down hard and just stays there — sobbing, shaking, unable to move.
The bathroom door swings open. A male professor steps in, stops at the sight of her on the floor.
"Hey — what's going on? Why are you all… sticky like that?"
Gowin points up at the ceiling with a trembling hand.
"The blood — look — look at the ceiling—"
The professor looks up.
He looks back down at her.
"...That's just water. Looks like they're mopping the floor upstairs — it's leaking through. Come on, I'll walk you to your class."
Gowin stares at him.
Then at the ceiling.
Then back at him.
"...Okay."
She gets up slowly. Follows him out.
But her eyes don't leave the ceiling until the door closes behind her.
Outside The University
A boy stands alone outside the university gates, reading a book. He's 5'8", wheat-toned skin, black hair swept back, blue eyes behind a pair of prescription glasses.
This is Johnny.
The university doors swing open behind him. Jason walks out with his crew, loud and owning every inch of the sidewalk.
Jason clocks Johnny immediately.
"Yo — look at that. The new kid, right?"
Johnny doesn't even look up from his book.
"My name is Johnny. Watch your mouth."
Jason blinks. Then grins slow.
"...Who you calling out, you little freak?"
He closes the distance in two steps and grabs Johnny by the shirt, yanking him close. The knife is already out.
He pulls it back —
"HEY."
Gowin comes through the doors and doesn't slow down for a single second.
She walks straight up to Jason and cracks him across the face.
Jason's head snaps to the side. Blood from his lip.
Johnny drops to the ground.
Jason touches his mouth. Looks at his fingers. Looks at Gowin.
"...Well I'll be damned." He laughs, low and cold. "It's b*tch-ass Gowin. Ha. You deserve every single blade I got for you."
He steps toward her, knife still in hand —
One of his boys — Taiga — grabs his arm.
"Boss. Stop. You really about to stab a girl In front of the whole campus? Kill smart, not crazy."
"Taiga why do you always stop me — she deserves every single stab in her body—"
"Boss." Taiga's voice is firm. "Let's go. Come on."
Jason holds Gowin's gaze for a long moment.
"...You got lucky today, b*tch."
"Go to hell, Jason," Gowin says flatly.
Jason smirks, pockets his knife, and walks off with his crew.
Johnny picks himself up off the ground, dusting off his jacket.
"Hey — I'm sorry If I caused you trouble."
Gowin shrugs.
"Don't worry about it. I deal with this stuff all the time too. You're the new kid, right?"
"Johnny Wilson."
"Nice to meet you, Johnny Wilson. I'm Gowin Jan."
"Nice to meet you." He adjusts his glasses. "I'm gonna head inside. See you around."
"Go ahead."
The University Bathroom
Johnny steps inside, uses the bathroom, and moves to the sink to wash his hands.
The water runs over his fingers.
He looks up at the mirror —
Moster is standing right behind him. Silent. Still. The red light glowing through the mask where his eyes should be, blade in hand.
Johnny spins around —
Nothing.
Empty bathroom. Every stall open. Nobody there.
He turns back to the mirror slowly, heart hammering.
"...What the hell was that?"