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"Hyunjae. No. Just no," Ivan, the girl playing Tilt to Live on her iPad, casually spoke out.

"What? Can't I use those chemicals to burn her alive? Or maybe cook her in coal? Or maybe torture her with heated metal?" the Korean answered with a huff. 

"Jay, we already arsoned our previous victim. We can't do the same thing twice in a row. The police might suspect a serial killing," Caitlyn, the other girl, who was looking at the reflection from her tablet. 

"Any minute your tablet will shatter in pieces," Jace butted in, teasing the girl. 

Caitlyn glared and almost threw sharp daggers at her friend. But then everyone just quieted down when Cecille, that vertically challenged girl, quieted down and glared coldly at each and every one of them. "Thank you," she smiled with slight sarcasm lingering in it. 

"We'll do Caitlyn's way now. And you, Cate, don't get too brutal. I know you love your toys but please, keep yourself calm. The police was just astounded to see the--"

"I know, I know! Sheesh. Why don't people understand that the more brutal you are, the less chance the police will solve it," Cate complained. 

"Aww don't worry. Non-hyung understands you," Hyunjae teased with a mischievous grin. 

Caitlyn took out the dagger from the sleeve of her varsity jacket and was about to stab the boy. Hyunjae was not fazed and let out one of his vials. It has an olive green shade. Everyone stopped and sat straight in their seats. He grinned at the glaring Cate and Cecille just exasperatingly sighed. 

"You guys get along, please? And Cate. Remember our code."

"Yes. Anyone who lets any form of romance inside the club will be forced to be evicted from the club. Golden Rule Number 5."

"So don't let Shannon get in," Ivan spoke and hastily ran away from the club room.

Caitlyn's eyes widened and quickly ran, following Ivan's footsteps. Cecille then looked at Jace and pointed at her tablet again. 

"Get info for Benjie. I think she's a teacher in this school. I don't remember her."

"She's our teacher in English!" Hyunjae laughed. 

"I really don't remember," Cecille hummed, standing and taking her tablet and leaving the club room. 

The Next Day........

All of the teachers were in horror, in shock, in tears. They saw the teachers' lounge became a murder site. Yellow strips of "Do not cross" were outside the lounge. The students crowded the place as police are trying to control the situation. 

Inside the lounge was pretty.... brutal. A thick rope tied around the teacher's waist and bat wings, like those of Halloween, was put on her back. Take note, only half of her body was hanging in the lounge. The whereabouts of her lower extremities are still unknown. There was still blood dripping from her body, and "I'm not a perfect teacher" written in blood was on the wall.