Tin held the key in his trembling hand. It felt heavier than metal, heavier than fear. The four of them — Tony, Samy, Jet, Tin — stood before the strange classroom door, unsure of what waited inside. The library behind them was silent, too silent, as if even the books were holding their breath.
"We… we have to open it," Jet said, her voice thin but steady.
Tin swallowed hard and nodded.
"For Kim. For Roger."
He slid the key into the lock.
Click.
The door swung open on its own.
A gust of cold air hit them. Not wind — something thicker, something wrong. Jet stepped back, Samy grabbed Tony's arm, and Tin forced his legs to move first.
They entered.
The Blood Classroom
The moment the four stepped inside, the lights flickered on, revealing a nightmare frozen in time.
Desks — smashed.
Chairs — overturned.
Walls — cracked like claws had dragged across them.
The blackboard — shredded, three huge lines carved deep into it.
But worst of all…
The blood.
Dried splatters on the floor.
Large streaks across the wall.
Handprints on the teacher's desk.
All old, but the air still smelled like fear.
Samy covered her mouth. "N-no… no way this is a classroom…"
Tony stepped closer to the wall, touching the scratched marks with trembling fingers. "This… this isn't a place to study. Something terrible happened here."
Jet looked around, trying to stay strong, but her voice shook.
"We need to find a clue. A way out."
Tin forced himself to breathe. "Look for anything connected… anything that helps us get to the next door."
They split up —
but not far, never more than a desk apart.
The blood stains started drying, cracking, breaking apart like glass. The lights dimmed again. The windows rattled.
Something was here.
Something trapped in this room with them.
Tin whispered, "Guys… don't move too fast."
Then he saw the writing on the far wall.
A message carved by fingernails:
SING WITH US
OR DIE LIKE US
Tin felt his heart stop.
He stepped back.
The desks around him rattled.
Samy let out a small sob. "Why… why does everything in this place want to hurt us?"
Tony whispered, "Because this school… wasn't normal."
Before Jet could answer, the door slammed shut.
Hard.
They turned.
The door was gone.
Not locked.
Not broken.
Gone — replaced by a wall.
"We're trapped," Jet whispered.
The lights flickered again, slower this time.
The shadows in the corners thickened.
Something crawled under the desks — slow, dragging itself across the floor.
Tony grabbed Samy's wrist. Tin took Jet by the shoulder.
None of them breathed.
A whisper rose from the air, cold and broken:
"Stay… with… us…"
Meanwhile — Kim & Roger (Inside the Memory)
Kim and Roger walked through a bright hallway. For a moment, it felt peaceful — the sunlight, the clean walls, the calm atmosphere. But the calendar on the wall didn't match any year they remembered. The posters were unfamiliar. The smell was different.
"This isn't our school," Roger whispered.
Kim nodded slowly. "It's a memory… but not ours."
They stopped at a shining door labeled:
MUSIC ROOM
Roger hesitated. "Do… do we go inside?"
Kim exhaled. "We have no choice."
He pushed the door.
The music room glowed warm with sunlight. Instruments stood perfectly polished — violins, drums, guitars, a piano. Students sat in neat rows, singing together with beautiful harmony.
But something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Kim narrowed his eyes.
"Roger… look at their faces."
Their expressions were frozen.
Smiling, but stiff.
Eyes glassy, unfocused.
Like puppets.
Not alive.
The music teacher at the front turned slowly. His face was warm, his smile gentle.
But his eyes…
Empty.
Completely empty.
He lifted both arms.
The students stopped singing instantly.
Then—
Without moving his lips, his voice echoed inside Kim and Roger's minds:
"Join the choir."
Roger's breath hitched. "Kim… he can see us."
Memories shouldn't see them.
Memories shouldn't talk to them.
Kim pulled Roger close. "Stay behind me."
The students stood up. Their chairs creaked. Their heads tilted, movements stiff and unnatural.
Their voices twisted together.
"Sing with us…"
"Sing with us…"
"S i n g w i t h u s…"
Roger backed away, but the door behind them vanished.
The ceiling flickered like a broken screen.
The instruments vibrated violently.
The piano keys hit themselves, playing a disturbing melody.
Kim whispered, "This isn't a memory…"
Roger nodded slowly, fear rising in her throat.
"It's a trap."
The students stepped closer.
Their mouths opened impossibly wide.
Sound spilled out — harsh, distorted, painful.
Roger covered her ears.
Kim grabbed her hand.
No exit.
No escape.
No help.
They were trapped.
Far Away — The Two Shadows Still Fight
The white shadow slammed the black one into the ground.
The black shadow ripped through the floor and shot upward.
The white shadow's light sliced through the dark.
The black shadow's claws tore through the brightness.
Their fight shook the space around them — cracks forming in the walls of the memories, like reality itself was breaking.
But neither stopped.
Neither fell.
Neither weakened.
Their battle was endless.
And every hit sent ripples that made the classrooms darker…
the memories tighter…
the rooms more unstable…
Something big was coming.
Something connected to the school.
Something neither shadow wanted to reveal.
Not yet.
Back to the Classroom — The Four Remain Trapped
Tin, Jet, Samy, Tony stood back-to-back.
The desks moved on their own.
The blood stains shifted direction.
The whisper circled around them like invisible fog:
"Join… the choir…
Join us…"
Tin held the key tightly.
Samy trembled.
Tony clenched his fists.
Jet stared at the walls, searching for a crack, a clue, anything.
But there was nothing.
No escape.
No hint.
No door.
No rescue.
All six were trapped in their nightmares.
And the gate was just getting started.