The students returned to their classrooms a while ago and they were petrified by the difficult lectures going on without any break. Dark circles were formed under their eyes and they were groaning like zombies.

"Spence, can we bunk classes?" Sam whispered into his ear.

"Bro, can we like, talk after class?" Spence ignored Sam and kept on staring at the board.

Sam got up from his seat and walked out of the classroom. The teacher couldn't bother less and he did not notice. He plodded towards the window of the corridor and slid it upwards to get a breath of fresh air. At that moment, he smelled something burning. He moved over the other window to see who it was. It was Bond, smoking a cigarette.

"Excuse me, can you please not smoke a cigarette?" He questioned.

But, Bond did not reply as was wearing his headphones.

"EXCUSE ME, THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE. PLEASE GO SMOKE SOMEWHERE ELSE." He raised his volume this time.

Bond said nothing and headed to the washroom's smoking chamber. It was a nine hundred square metre room, made of three thin sheets of glass. There was a single outlet pipe for smoke exhaustion. Sam followed him and entered the chamber. Bond was leaning against the wall.

"What do you need?" He yelled at him, spurting out saliva.

"What the hell, dude?" Sam grabbed his sleeve and wiped his face.

"Do you also smoke?" Bond questioned as he opened the pack and handed him a cigarette.

"What do you think I am?" Sam took the cigarette and threw it into the drain. "Neither do I smoke nor you should." He snatched Bond's cigarette and stomped it under his shoe.

"Get out of here right now!" Bond pushed Sam out of the chamber. Sam hit the ground with a loud thud and looked back with his brown-black eyes which were full of rage.

"You will pay for this." He got up and left the washroom, leaving Bond alone in the chamber.

Sam headed to the classroom to sneak back in but upon reaching there, he realised that the classes got over and everyone had headed back to their dorms. He saw that the board had not been clean and wanted to clean it. After picking up the duster from the teacher's table, he walked over to the board to clean it. He tried to rub the board many times, but the ink would not go. He then realised. It was written with a permanent marker.

"Damn these illiterates!" He yelled as he hurled the duster towards a wall adjacent to the board, creating a hole in it.

Upon treading towards the wall, he realised that the wall was made of thin material. Something like styrofoam. He picked off the material surrounding it and peeped inside the hole. It was the familiar purple room with a more familiar stage. He was right inside the SEC.

Sam could not understand the purpose of the fake wall. He staggered towards a room located on the corner of the room. There was a big nameplate which said 'Haruko's Room'. He hesitated at first but eventually, he opened the unlocked door and entered inside the room.

The room was exactly like Haruko's personality: wild. There was random furniture arranged in all directions. The walls were a shade of deep rose gold and the bed had a white canopy on top. The upholstery seemed like expensive silk and was golden in colour. The fabric shimmered like Haruko's suit.

"This man's room can make a person blind!'

He wandered inside the room and found nothing except vibrant furniture. One thing, however, stood out from the rest. It was a black bag with red borders. Apart from the spotless room, this thing was covered in dust. Sam felt intrigued and picked up the bag. He placed it upon a work table and dusted it with the corner of his t-shirt. He pulled the rusted zip and opened the bag.

The contents inside were no less than horrifying. Inside the bag, there was a saw, a mini axe, a rusty blade and scissors with red stains on them. There was a sudden noise outside the room. Sam picked up the content and put it back into the bag. He pulled the zip a little too hastily and it broke.

"Damn this thing!" He muttered.

He shoved the contents back into the bag and placed it under the table where it would not be noticed by anyone. He rushed towards the door but stopped as he heard someone opening the door. With no idea in mind, he rushed to the washroom and locked himself.

"I think I will be caught," Sam mumbled. His mind was getting messed up by the minute. Several thoughts began to rise inside it.

'I will be dead today.'

'He will kill me.'

'He is a serial killer.'

Sam's condition was a complete catastrophe. The ability to distinguish between fantasy and reality was decreasing by the moment. At a moment, he could see his mother in front of him and at times, he could see Haruko walking towards him with the axe.

At that moment, the washroom door lock clicked and someone entered the room. Sam mustered up all of his courage and charged towards them, with the evident fear on his face.