It's late. Most of class 1-A are in their dorms.

The air is still. Quiet.

Dark Shadow.

Dark Shadow shoots down the hall. In your direction.

Dark Shadow doesn't listen.

It speeds up. Shoots straight at you. Sharp. Intentional.

<Narrator> Dark Shadow wraps around you. Coils, loose but possessive. Rubs against you like an overgrown cat.