She wandered through the streets, her hair falling loosely to her shoulders, eyes wide with glistening tears under the dim lights. In her trembling hands, she clutched a wrinkled piece of paper. Every step echoed like a question in the empty night, as if the city itself held its breath, waiting to see what she would do next. A month ago, her life had been smooth and ordinary— until everything changed. In the hostel’s closed, steady rooms, every girl grew restless; the silence broken only by the rustle of books and hurried turning of locks. Dust mingled with the faint smell of chalk, and the dim yellow bulb hummed overhead. Yet she, lost in her own thoughts, never noticed. In every corner of the hall, spiders wove their thick nests, and lockers stood scratched and worn. Each girl beside her trembled as the air grew heavy with tension. It was the day of the final announcement—the one that might change their lives. Footsteps thundered through the empty halls, slow and heavy, reverberating like an earthquake. Hearts raced as a blurred, distorted voice slithered through the air: "Hello… hostelizens of Maralia Comnico City… today is the day… the day you have all been waiting for…" The words wavered with eerie horror, freezing every girl in place. Dust swirled in the dim light, lockers creaked, and a whisper of fear snaked through the hall—nothing would ever be the same. A wave of anxiety floated through the air, the smell of books turning sharp and hasty. All eyes fixed on the microphone holder—a woman with wavy dark brown hair under a strange black hat. Her big eyes seemed to consume the room, and her soft yet heavy voice made everyone tremble, some blinking back tears. She stood tall and confident, senses sharp, a calm smile playing on her lips as she faced the scratched, old grey stage. While the others trembled in fear, her eyes shone with daring light, blissfully unaware of the consequences that might follow. The black figure stood tall, hands trembling but graceful. Her announcement left some stunned, others gasping, a few fainting. Everyone sank into their seats, hearts racing. Then, she clapped—a sharp, heavy sound that cut through the hall, searing every ear and igniting a shiver down every spine. It was the place of horror, feared by the people, where all shivered before even entering the hostel—yet known as the city of Maralia Comnico. Smoke turned cold, tense smells grew sharper, voices became shouts, and every sound struck tightly, freezing every mind. The whole city—yet it was only a hostel.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv6lKHVFtZ7
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