— Christopher Bang Chan

Minho was never afraid of anything his grandmother or friends told him about. That university was haunted, strange things happened... But he never believed it, despite all the signs pointing to it being real. A cemetery in the back, a strange structure, and uninhabitable classrooms, forbidden by the professors. There were never any new teachers, and they seemed to belong to a cult... Everything was so strange.

Minho left the classroom while everyone else stayed behind, wanting to try some strange ritual they'd seen online, or something like that. Not wanting to get into trouble, he headed to a secluded spot in the schoolyard, and behind the old oak tree, he spotted one of those classrooms they weren't allowed to enter. He was studying to be an architect, and he couldn't understand why the fence was supposed to be visible when you walked by; it was odd. He went closer to take a look and noticed a door, and behind it, thousands of missing person posters—students he was sure had just transferred universities or something. He saw a drain and thought it was just a sewer, but there was some kind of infrastructure there, it seemed. He wasn't going to go in; he continued his investigation. He crossed the classroom; it was empty, but the walls were covered with missing person posters again, like a painting. He picked one up and saw a bloodstain that looked like it had been painted over. He examined it, and sure enough, it was blood. He descended a new set of stairs fearfully, entering an even more sinister room. Blood was everywhere. Minho felt a pang of regret for entering. He glanced at the ceiling and saw the shape of the sewer... It was all a charade, everything so sinister. And just as he was about to escape, he heard a hoarse voice behind him.

— Did you lose something?