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At first, no one noticed how the light was fading. At Seo Academy, the day always dragged on the same way: the rustle of notebooks, the hum of air conditioners, and the monotonous voice of the teacher. But at 16:44, a strange, splashing sound came from the wall in the distance. The second hand jerked backward. Then, Yumi's phone screen was flooded with a crimson flash. She looked at the screen and froze. Only one message from an unknown number had appeared in the messenger app: "Turn around. I have already painted your eyes." - Hey, Yumi, why have you frozen? — Mei, who was sitting behind her, asked quietly. Yumi turned around immediately. Mei no longer had a face. Instead of eyes and a mouth, on a white scalp stretched tight like a drum, there were crude, sloppy strokes of black ink. From these "painted" depressions, a thick, sticky liquid that smelled of rust slowly oozed. At that same moment, the silence of the classroom was shattered by an inhuman, frantic scream. The teacher fell to his knees. His body began to warp, like a drawing in a malfunctioning graphic editor: joints twisted at unnatural angles, and bones broke with the dry crackle of dry branches. From the ceiling, piercing through the concrete slabs, huge red brushes covered in hieroglyphs descended. They did not belong to a human — they were woven from a tangle of pulsing veins and black hair. The giant brushes began to "sterilize" the classroom. Every time they touched a person, that person didn't just die — their body was "erased," turning into a raw, gray mass of flesh and ink. — Let's get out of here! — Yumi grabbed her friend Ken by the hand and bolted for the door. The school corridors had changed beyond recognition. The glass was shattered, and human hands grew out of the walls, frantically trying to grab anyone who ran past. Outside the windows, instead of the usual city, an endless crimson-black void stretched out, in which a giant, blind eye the size of the moon slowly rotated. - Yumi... we won't get out, — Ken whispered when they barricaded themselves in the chemistry lab. - Shut up! There must be a way out! This is just some kind of nonsense, kagome-kagome, a ritual... — Yumi frantically searched for her phone, but the gadget's screen was melting right in her hands, turning into a mass of black worms. Suddenly, Ken went silent. Yumi slowly looked up. Ken was standing by the window, and his shadow on the wall lived a life of its own. It moved, even though he stood still. The shadow slowly raised its hands and tore open its own chest. — Did you know, Yumi? — Ken's voice changed, becoming like the rustle of thousands of dry insects. — Our school... is not a school. It is a canvas. And the master has finally decided to finish the painting. Ken turned his head 180 degrees with a deafening crunch of vertebrae. A black ribbon with red symbols burst from his open mouth. It wrapped around his neck, tightening with such force that his head fell off and, with a soft thud, landed on the floor, rolling to Yumi's feet. The eyes on the rolling head were still blinking. - Your turn, Yumi-chan, — Ken's lips on the floor whispered, blinking. The doors of the chemistry lab crumbled into dust. In the opening stood a figure in a school uniform drenched in blood. Instead of a head, it had a huge, curved steel compass, with black slime dripping from its point. Yumi pressed herself against the wall, feeling the concrete floor beneath her feet turning into a swamp of undigested human organs. The figure with the compass took a step forward. The point of the compass slowly rose and aimed directly at Yumi's right eye. — Sit still, — a voice creaked from nowhere. — The line must be straight.
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Спочатку ніхто не звернув уваги на те, як згасає світло. В академії Сео день завжди тягнувся однаково: шарудіння зошитів, гул кондиціонерів та монотонний голос вчителя. Але о 16:44 години на стіні здалеку дивний, хлюпаючий звук. Друга стрілка сіпнулася назад. А потім екран телефону Юмі залив багряний спалах. Вона подивилася на екран і завмерла. У додатку-месенджері спливло лише одне повідомлення з невідомого номера: «Обернись. Я вже намалював твої очі». - Гей, Юмі, ти чого застигла? — тихо запитала Мей, що сиділа позаду. Юмигайно повернулася. Мей більше не було обличчя. Замість очей і рота на білому, натягнутому, як барабан, скальпі зяяли грубі, недбалі мазки чорної туші. З цих «намальованих» заглиблень повільно просочувалася густа, липка рідина, що пахла іржею. Тієї ж миті тишу класу розірвав нелюдський, несамовитий крик. Вчитель упав навколішки. Його тіло почало заломлюватися, наче малюнок у несправному графічному редакторі: суглоби виверталися під неприродними кутами, а кістки ламалися із сухим тріском сухих гілок. Зі стелі, пробиваючи бетонні плити, опустилися величезні, списані ієрогліфами червоні кисті. Вони не належали людині — вони були зіткані зі сплетення пульсуючих вен та чорного волосся. Величезні пензлики почали «стерилізувати» клас. Щоразу, коли вони стосувалися людини, той не просто вмирав — його тіло «стиралося», перетворюючись на сиру, сіру масу з плоті та чорнила. — Утікаємо! - Юмі схопила за руку свого друга Кена і рвонула до дверей. Коридори школи змінилися до невпізнання. Скло було розбите, а зі стін проростали людські руки, які судорожно намагалися схопити будь-кого, хто пробігав повз. За вікнами замість звичного міста розстилалася нескінченна багряно-чорна порожнеча, в якій повільно оберталося гігантське, сліпе око завбільшки з місяць. - Юмі... ми не виберемося, - прошепотів Кен, коли вони забарикадувалися в кабінеті хімії. - Замовкни! Має бути вихід! Це просто якась маячня, кагоме-кагоме, ритуал... — Юмі судомно шукала телефон, але екран гаджета плавився прямо в неї в руках, перетворюючись на масу чорних хробаків. Раптом Кен затих. Юмі повільно підвела очі. Кен стояв біля вікна, і його тінь жила на стіні власним життям. Вона рухалася, хоч він стояв нерухомо. Тінь повільно підняла руки та розривала власну грудну клітку. — Ти знала, Юмі? — голос Кена змінився, ставши схожим на шарудіння тисяч сухих комах. — Наша школа... це не школа. Це полотно. І майстер нарешті вирішив закінчити картину. Кен повернув голову на 180 градусів із оглушливим хрускотом хребців. З його розкритого рота вирвалася чорна стрічка з червоними символами. Вона обвилася навколо його шиї, затягуючись з такою силою, що голова відвалилася і з м'яким стукотом упала на підлогу, покотившися до ніг Юмі. Очі на голові, що покотилася, все ще моргали. - Твоя черга, Юмі-чан, - моргнувши, прошепотіли губи Кена на підлозі. Двері кабінету хімії розсипалися в пилюку. У отворі стояла постать у вичерпаній кров'ю шкільній формі. Замість голови у неї був величезний, вигнутий сталевий циркуль, з вістря якого капала чорна слиз. Юмі притулилася до стіни, відчуваючи, як бетонована підлога під її ногами перетворюється на болото з неперетравлених людських органів. Фігура з циркулем зробила крок уперед. Вістря циркуля повільно піднялося і націлилося прямо в праве око Юмі. — Сиди рівно, — проскрипів голос із нізвідки. — Лінія має бути прямою.
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