>Volcano High, a unremarkable high school in a unremarkable town.
>But, it's where I study
>I never really bothered learning the history of this place, if it had any
>My parents saw it as a cheap option for my last year of high school, so I went.
>Although, there was always this...feeling, like a oppressive haze that I couldn't shake off.
>There were few students, sometimes, classes would consist of only me and the teacher.
>Sounds of running and moving from the empty corridors
>The distinct and repulsive smell of iron
>And a strange, faint melody that emanated from the auditorium, only for it to vanish as soon as you opened the door.
>One day, I decided to ask one of the teachers about it
>The class was empty anyway, couldn't hurt to ask
>The teacher in question was the music teacher, a somewhat cheery older man by the name of Jingo
>As I finished turning in my assignment for the day, the perfect opportunity came up
>"Hey...can I ask you a question? It's not related to the class, so if you don't have the time, I understand."
>'Oh, I don't mind! Go right ahead'
>The chipper British accent did put me a bit at ease
>"Well, I've noticed that this school is a bit...off"
>Jingo's smile quickly vanished, yet, I kept talking.
>"Not alot of students, creepy atmosphere...I'm not exactly very into the supernatural, but did something happen here."
>Jingo took a deep breather, looking off to the side
>'There was a...incident, around 5 years back'
>'One of my students, she...'
>He looks visibly disturbed, closing his eyes
>'I-im sorry, I prefer not to talk about it.'
>"I understand, thank you anyway...would you like a cup of water?"
>I ask, worried for this poor man's wellbeing.
>'No no, I'm fine, just need a moment, it's best you don't delay much further, you might miss class!'
>Shit, right.
>I wave goodbye to the melancholic music instructor, and head off to my second class, science.
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