Tip 4: this is an important tip of all if you want to survive, trust your intuition, always.

The breeze grew cold as the atmosphere were deadsilent, you stood outside with your friends gazing at the small cove where the crime happened, eyes emitting in despair. Ayano was on your chest, covered by a thick duvet while your arms wrapped around her slim body. Your attentions were caught by a man dressed in a dark dress suit aprroaching your small - still frightened- group. He stopped infront of you, one of his hand adjusting his necktie loosely while the other firmly holds a small notebook.

"Greetings, I'm detective Kiro from Akademi Police Department, " He introduced, opening his tickler. "I'm in charge of the crime of Ms. Hagiwara-"

"Crime?" You interrupted, totally confused. Feeling your girlfriend slightly grew tense in your arms, you tightened the hold of her, assuming that the news made her even more scared that she already was. "You're saying that Sakura was murdered?"

Kiro confidently nodded. "We have gathered enough evidence that there was a foul play, and our unit of pathologists concluded that the body was already hours dead before it was hanged."

Budo cautiously asks. "Have you found out who did this?"

"Unfortunately we haven't yet had any leads at the moment," The detective stated grimly. "We already conducted interviews on various people included in the event, along with you teens, and we found no one suspicous."

The tension grew more thicker from the new found information. You and your friends were more terrified knowing that the killer is still out and might commit more crimes.

"Sakura..." Shin murmured, eyes tiredly staring at the building with Osana in his arms sniffling.

"How could-...why.. " Taro began to whisper, but loud enough for all of your to hear. "Who did this.."

"What kind of a person would do this.." Kuroko uttered, hugging his body in fright.

"A monster.." Budo spat in pure hatred, squinting his eyes at the builing in our view. "I'll make sure the murderer will pay for what they did."

"Now now, kids. Please leave it all to us police to do the job," The detective said. "For now stay out of trouble, we wouldn't want any high schoolers dead again." Without any other words he left.

Taro turned around, facing all of you. "What now?" He asked.

Looking at each others tired faces, you shrugged your shoulders. "We need to stick together...or just avoid being alone until the culprit is caught." You suggested. "For now let's just head back inside, I think the police are done."

"Kuroko," You called, earning her attention. "You can spend the night with Osana, if she's okay with it." Turning to the said girl.

Osana nodded. "I would gladly like that, I don't have a roommate to start with."

By pairs, your friends begin to head inside the cove . You gazed down to your girlfriend, only to fimd her already staring at you. Lifting one of your arms, you caressed her cheeks with your finger with her being pulled in and snuggled at the palm of your hand.

"Are you alright, my love?" You ask in which she nodded sluggishly. Sighing you readjusted your arm on her shoulder. "Let's head back to our room, you need a rest." You stated guiding her back following your friends behind to the cove.

-

A week passed by since the death of Sakura, you and your friends still walk in the halls by pairs, a lot of times for safety measurements in a whole group. You sometimes pass by Sakura's locker, all decorated with fresh scented flowers, colored candles lit in her opened metal door with her picture in between them, but despite how it looks that she's loved, there's still something churning at the pit of your stomach knowing that the killer is still out.

Who would do such thing? Sakura was the sweetest girl you've ever met, well.. besides your girlfriend of course. You don't see any bad reasons why the killer would murder her.

The bell rung signaling the classes end, students begun to chatter while you bend over to retrieve your bag to put back some books and writing objects. Students piled on the doors to exit like they didn't want to spend another time in the room. As people quickly dispersed and you found yourself alone in class, plopping your bag down on the desk you sighed, you remembered that you needed to meet up with your girlfriend as soon as possible.

Since Sakura's death, Ayano had became more.. what's the right word.. clingy. She easily gets mad if you're a bit late to meet her up and when strangers talk to you. You don't know exactly why she's like that, you just assume that maybe she's scared that the killer might get you.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. L/N? " Looking up after hearing a voice, you saw the student council president standing before you, her grayish eyes gazing at you with such intensity that it was like her eyes were swords piercing your body.

You nodded. "I'm Student council president Saikou Megami, do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?"

"Uhm.." You mumbled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head, briefly glancing at the open door of the room knowing that your girlfriend might already be waiting for you to pick her up in her classroom. "I don't- but.. I'm kind of uh... in a hurry."

"It won't take long, I just need to ask you some questions."

You nodded skeptically. "Sure.."

"May I ask, do you know anyone holding any grudge against Ms. Hagiwara?"

"No.." Shaking your head. "I mean, If you'll ask me. I don't think Sakura has tendencies for you to get mad about."

With her arms crossed Megami nodded her head, gazing at you closely. "Do you see any suspicious character the day when you all visited the hotsprings?"

You quickly closed your eyes and opened them back again with a sigh. "I'm sorry but.. I can't provide you much more information, even I am still confused as to why Sakura was murdered, there wasn't anyone else that had any relations to Sakura that day, other than us group."

You swear you saw something sparked in the student presidents light orbs as her sight fell. to the floor. She subconsciously placed a finger on her chin, thinking.

Tilting your head, clearly noticing her change of features. "Is there something wrong? "

Her round orbs rolled up and stared at you for a short moment before shaking her head. "Nothing." She replied turning half of her body backwards. "Thank you for your time, your answers will be useful to our invesigation." She stated before turning away to leave the room. "I'll be going now, thank you again."

You watch Megami pass through the door and disappeared from your sight as she turned to the corner. Silently staring at the door, your mind had grasp the idea of what the student council president had thought of when she interviewed you. " It can't be one of us..." You whispered, eyes slowly falling down the floor. "Is it?..."

-

A door swinging open made a loud creaking noise echo inside the empty hall, you sluggishly entered your house with a tired sigh then closed the door again with the heel of your foot before pressing the lock. You slid the band of your bag off of your shoulder and let it drop to the wooden floor with a faint thud.

Making your way to your living room, carelessly slipping off your shoes and socks along the way, you plopped down on the couchwhile your hands roam around the seat and grabbed the remote when you found it. Turning the television on, the channel was set on the news and they were about Sakura's death. The screen went black as you shut it off. Throwing the remote on the corner, you dropped your body sideways while swing your feet on the other end of the couch and adjusted your body, laying across it to take a nap.

You just came home after you dropped Ayano off her house, not without a goodbye kiss, and went straight home. You were tired, mentally tired. Thinking about your conversation with the student council president, it kept your mind preoccupied that even Ayano noticed it. But of course you didn't tell her about it, you made an excuse and told her that you were just really tired due to all those school activities.

It wasn't entirely a lie though, those activities drained your energy like a leech.

Taking a deep breath you sighed, closing your eyes to rest for a moment. Your body relaxed on the soft cushion and your breathing steadied. Soon you slowly feel yourself slipping off of consciousness. You then felt the atmosphere shift around you, it was like another presence presented itself inside your house without your consent.

Your eyes remained close and pretend to be asleep, your senses turned on for any movements around you. A slow faint steps crawled in your ears, your heart gunning wildly in your chest knowing that someone was approaching you and you cannot do anything but keep your eyelids glued shut. For all you know it might be the killer, waiting for you to make a wrong move and finish you right there and now.

A soft, slender fingers danced around your cheeks, caressing your skin delicately as if they're going to be ripped at any second. You can feel the fingers slowly glide down to your jaw and slide to your neck, as you've observed before it was so careful that it felt like it was worshipping you or some sort. It creeped you out.

You shift your body and lay on your side making the fingers disappear for a moment, the side of your cheek squeezed before the cushion, making your nap seem more believable to the person beside you. Staying at the same position could raise suspicion especially when you were told that you move a lot in you sleep.

Then you feel it again but this time it was on your head, stroking your head back and forth then raking your hair gently as if massaging you. What the heck is this person doing? You thought to yourself. No matter how much you hated the unknown person touching you, you cannot help to feel relaxed at what he or she was doing. One thing that you don't tell to anyone not even your girlfriend, Ayano, is that your hair was pretty sensitive. It was like your very weakness.

An involuntary hum vibrated in your mouth and your consciousness became heavier and heavier, it feels so good. Before you knew it, you slowly drifted off to sleep with a pressure at the side of your lips.

Eyes snapping open, you lifted your head up and cautiously study your surroundings. It was already nighttime, you could see the soft grayish-white glow shine passed through your window blinds. You heave out a heavy sigh, sitting up and leaned your body back against the couch. The invader must have left while you were a sleep, you don't know what was good, that the person didn't kill you in your sleep or knowing that someone was already watching your every move.

Why haven't they already killed you yet, they already have the perfect opportunity, but why? you were already bracing yourself for the incoming death. And besides that, why does it feel that they were so careful for you, the sensation of their touch were like embedded in your skin. Your body shivered, the thought of it gave you an uneasy feeling.

Hopping off the couch, you bend down and collected your foot wear then your eyes caught something on the coffee table. You moved closer, eyes slowly getting wide in fear while a lump formed in your throat when you scanned the words scribbled on a torn up paper that was pinned by a heavy object.