Marina sat on her desk, staring secretly at the boy who had ruined her uniform that morning. Alex —the rich, arrogant type who didn't even blink when people cursed him.
The lecture ended. Break time. Marina headed toward the café, but in the corridor she froze. A ghostly figure—a girl—stood there with tears streaming down her pale face.
Marina stepped closer, whispering. "What happened to you?"
The ghost sobbed. "I was buried… alive. In the dark."
Marina's eyes widened. "WHAT? Who the hell could do that?!"
Everyone around her turned to stare. Three girls passing by muttered, "Ugh, is she talking to herself? What a freak…"
Ignoring them, Marina asked, "Where is your body buried?"
The ghost led her to an old, filthy house at the edge of town. After a long search, Marina finally found the remains. To avoid suspicion, she secretly dialed the police using a discarded SIM card. Soon, the ghost's body was discovered, and the spirit bowed gratefully before vanishing into the light.
Feeling a strange warmth in her chest, Marina walked home. She stopped at an ice cream shop, bought a chocolate cone, and skipped happily down the street while eating it.
Then—BAM! Someone running collided with her, knocking the ice cream onto the ground. Marina's face twisted with fury. She slipped off her sandal and hurled it at the man's head.
Bad luck.
Alex , sipping his favorite mango juice nearby, got smacked right in the face. His nose started bleeding instantly.
He glared at her. "YOU _you!!!—!!! I'll kill you!"
Marina panicked, running a few steps before suddenly halting. "Wait. Why am I running from him?!" She spun around, pointing at him. "I didn't tell you to drink your mango shango here in front of where i was throwing a shot of sandal, did I?!"
Alex clenched his jaw. "What about my face, huh?!"
Marina gasped dramatically. "Oh… my… GOD 😱 Your nose—!!"
Alex shouted, "What happened to my nose?!"
She made a fake-crying face. "It's… it's still on your face!"
"WHAT THE—" Alex growled.
She casually tossed him a tissue from her bag. "Here. Clean the blood. Consider it compensation for your precious juice." With that, she flipped her hair and walked away like nothing had happened.
The streets grew darker as she walked home. But suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.
It felt like… someone was following her.
She turned. Nothing.
She walked faster. Again, the sound of steps behind her.
This time, when she turned around—