Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
Inside the restroom where the lights kept flickering.
Lalala~ Lala~
Wendy hummed a tune, dancing lightly on the warm fresh blood, casually stepping over Kimberly's dead body, making her way to the last stall of the women's restroom.
Creak~ Pushing the door open.
A girl just over ten years old stood inside, her eyes empty and unfocused. She showed no fear at the sight of Wendy's clown makeup, nor did she launch any form of attack.
She just stood there, motionless.
Only when she caught sight of Kimberly lying lifeless on the ground through the door gap did a strange smile crack the girl's expression, her eyes gradually lighting up.
"Miss Wendy?"
"Oh? Little sister, you recognize me?"
"I've seen you in the photos of outstanding graduates, it's just that you are much thinner now, but the clown makeup is the same, easy to identify."
Receiving the compliment, Wendy also let out a bizarre smile, revealing her rotten teeth.
