Tip 10: .

The dark, cold morning wind caressed your skin as if freezing hands run along your body. You quietly gazed upon Shin's house towering before you, heart anxiously drumming in your ears while cold sweat trickled down your temples. You scanned the property, trying to check if anyone was outside, hiding. You paced down the cobble stone path leading towards the front door, hands reaching to twist the knob.

You pushed it open and gently stepped inside the dimly lit room while darkness almost swallow the hallway and pushed the door behind you close using your foot, leaving you vulnerable to what would happen in closed doors.

You tread deeper and into the living room, hearing a muffled noise coming from it. Cautiously making your way towards it, you let your eyes wander around hoping to have any idea to where your friends might be.

The muffled voice got louder when you entered the room.

Taro gazed at you with wide eyes as he fiercely shake his head, that got you confused all of a sudden. He sat in the middle of the room, bounded in his seat; wrist tied together behind him and his feet on the wooden limbs. You jog towards Taro, going down on your knees and ripped the tape that covered his mouth.

"Bakero! You shouldn't have come here!" Taro yelled with a panic voice while your fingers tries to unloop the ropes binding him. "Y/N!"

"What?!"

"Behind you!"

You weren't able to react when you felt something stike you at the back of your head. Falling side ways on the floor, your skull ached and the world begin to spin in your eyes. In your peripheral vision you see the blurry figure of Budo and Shin gazing down at you, Budo playfully swing his hammer in his hand while Shin stood silently.

Budo glowers then glanced at Taro with the same anger in his eyes. "You take care of her," He ordered Shin, stepping forward disappearing from your sight. "I'll handle Taro."

Their words seemed to echo in your ears like voices bouncing on empty drums, coming out as blurry as you see them through your heavily blinking eyes.

"What are we going to do to her?" Shin questions.

"We're talking them to the abandoned house," You hear Budo say and there was a dragging noise coming from behind you. "We're going to lure her there."

Darkness soon consumes you.

-

Osana pressed her knees to her chest and hugged her legs to find comfort as she lean on the wall at the corner, watching Kuroko circled the room disturbed written all over her face as she scanned countless pictures plastered on one side of a wall with your classmates stolen pictures pinned at the center of a clear patch of a wall with crossed marks on certain pictures they knew were the ones Ayano had already killed.

Kuroko's attention switched when the door to the room draw open, she sees your unconscious body on Shin's shoulder while Taro trailed behind tumbling into the room by a rough kick from Budo.

“Hey!” Osana spring to her feet to aid Taro. She helped him up and brushed off the dust on his clothes, shooting Budo a glare from time to time.

“We got what we want so there's no need to tie you up.” Budo told Taro, tossing him the saw he had before.

He drags a chair to the center of the room, facing the littered wall. After tying you up he pulled out a phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

“Y/N?” Ayano's uncertain, soft voice ring in Budo's ears.

How dare her speak as if she hadn't kill someone, two in fact. A fire spark within him, gnawing throughout his body as he clenches his jaw.

“Hello again, Aishi.”

“Budo,” Ayano's voice shift into a dark tone. “Where's Y/N?”

“She's busy.” Budo eyed you unconscious form. “A bit tied up at the moment.”

“Give her back.”

“You want her? Get her.” Budo taunts. “We're at your...sanctuary, Aishi. Come quick or Y/N's blood stain your walls, we wouldn't want that don't we?” Without waiting any reply he hangs up.

He turns to Kuroko, Shin and Osana. “Get ready, she's coming.”

Taro quickly grabbed Osana by her arm and pulled her away from the others. “You need to go home.” He whispered.

“And leave you here? No.” Osana refused, folding her arms to her chest.

“Listen to me. Ayano will spare no one, she will do everything to get Y/N even if it means killing everyone and I don't want you to be one of them.”

Osana opened her mouth to decline but Taro interrupted her with his low authoritive voice. “Now.” Taro repeats and snatched the metal saw Osana had in her hand.

“What about you?”

“I'm not going to leave Y/N here,” Taro discreetly glanced at the others, that had a business on their own. “Ones they're busy I would help Y/N get out.”

“B-But—”

Taro guided Osana out of the room leading to the stairs towards the exit. “Go.” Taro pressed.

Osana reluctantly descend down the stairs, looking over her shoulders, crestfallen. Taro felt guilty, bringing Osana in the mess. So now, he would do anything just to make sure she's safe, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something bad happens to Osana or worst; get killed. He watched her leaving figure before shadows from below enveloped her body.

Osana safely disappeared from his sight.

Taro switched his gaze down, spinning the metal saw in his hands. Interchangeable. He slide his finger to the edge of its grip and pushed the blade out, releasing the blade from its frame leaving him with a thin sharp hacksaw blade.

-

Hours passed since Budo's last contact to Ayano. Dusk came and the sun inched closer behind the hills. Budo could've sworn the girl should have been in the house by now, but alas there were no signs of the killer. Now his patience were wearing thin.

Budo furiously paced back and forth. “Where is she?!” He grumbles, angrily swinging the hammer in the air.

Kuroko gripped the wooden saw in her hand tightly, turning her attention to you. “She's been like that since you two arrive. Are you both sure she's still alive?” She frowned at the two.

Shin raised his arms in defense. “Don't look at me, Budo's the one who hit her.”

“She's alive, don't worry about her.” Budo glanced at you. “Hopefully.”

Shin's body shuddered, a tingling sensation coursing in his abdomen that he can't suppress. He pushed himself from the wall.“I need to pee.”

“There's a bathroom downstairs.” Kuroko pointed out then her nose scrunched in disgust. “Hold your breath whe—.”

Shin didn't wait for Kuroko to finish her statement when he bolted out the door then downstairs, his feet thumping loudly across the pitch black hallway. It didn't take him long to locate the bathroom when he smelled a strong unpleasant stench coming from an slightly opened door.

Shin's throat gagged, as if the stench was forcing something out of his lungs. Ignoring smell and holding his breath as he entered, he unzipped his pants and release.

The atmosphere shift, becoming eerie that Shin felt it from the hairs of his back standing, sensing a threatening presence making itself known. His breath became shallow, his nerves grew more that the stench didn't matter to him at all.

Oh boy it was a bad idea going alone.

“Where's my senpai?” Just as the deep, airy voice brushed against Shin's earlobe, his body jolt from the sharp pain penetrating through his exteded muscle.

His ear piercing scream boomed in every corners of the house that it made everybody jump to their feet from the second level and tightly grip their weapons.

“Shin?!” Kuroko yelled swinging the door open to follow her friend.

Budo calls onto her. “Kuroko don't!”

Taro sees an opportunity and passed behind you, inconspicuously squeezing the hacksaw blade between your tied wrist and hurriedly follow Kuroko by the doorway to see what was happening.

Kuroko sees Shin noisily bounding up the stairs staggering like a limp animal with its last leg. She notice Shin's body hunched, painful groans as he gripped his lower area.

“What happened?!” At the last set of staircase Shin doubled over to the ground, his body shaking with agonizing pain.

Kuroko turned Shin on his back and caught sight of his cut off genital, blood already staining his hands and around the fly of his pants.

“He—help me.” Shin's arms shakily reached out to Kuroko, grabbing her shirt smearing blood on them, face pale due to blood already draining his body.

Kuroko's mind blanked, she froze infront of her friend that she didn't hear the violent thumps of footsteps ascending the stairs. When she came back to her senses, her eyes snapped wide as Ayano invaded her sight with an object gleaming on her hand, charging it towards her.

Taro watched in horror as the knife impaled Kuroko's chest. “No!”

Ayano gripped the knife tightly, digging deeper in her flesh. She forcefully pull Kuroko to stand and pinned her against the wall. She twist the blade, letting the warm liquid gush out of her victims chest while she watch Kuroko cough out blood dripping down her lips. Blood sprinkled on Ayano, droplets of red tainting her face.

“Ayano stop please!” Taro pleaded frantically, going behind Ayano hauling her away from their tortured friend.

Ayano switched her attention, releasing the knife and spin in a swift motion bringing her knees up and connect it to his side. Taro felt his bone crack, he clutch his ribs while he dropped onto his knees. Another one connects to his face and an excruciating pain erupts from his lips.

“Where's my Y/N!”

Taro's head bounced on the cold floor as if it was a deflated ball, the air in his lungs constricting as two slender hands closed around his neck. He squirm under Ayano, his hand clawing Ayano'arm feeling the girls grip tightening every second that blotches of white light dotted his eyesight, his eye lids growing heavy from suffocation.

Ayano was thrown to the ground with Budo, both rolling over the floor leaving Taro gasping for air to catch his breath. Budo straddled Ayano's hips locking her down, hammer already ontop of his head.

The hammer crashed loudly on the wooden floor when Ayano tilt her head, avoiding it. With Budo's head inches closer, Ayano banged her forehead to his nose to catch him off guard.

Budo's nose crunched, despite of them bleeding he ignored the pain.

Ayano flipped their position, torso leaning over as her hands clasped around Budo's wrist while the two of them fight ownership of the hammer. A hand on Budo's wrist, Ayano moved the other on his neck.

And that was Ayano's mistake.

Being strong that he is, Budo's hand broke from her grip swinging the hammer on the side of Ayano's head. Hitting her on her jaw.

Ayano's ear ring, a prolonged thin squeaky noise whistling in her ears deafening her. She falls to the ground on her side, arms reaching to hold the post of the stairs railing, crawling painfully as she tries to stand up while blood drips from the long gash on the side of her head where the hammer had hit.

Budo was breathless, but it didn't stop him from trailing behind Ayano and shove her down to her back. Ayano lied there weakly, gawking at the ceiling while Budo's large fingers wrapped around her neck and squeezes them.

Ayano chokes, coughing violently at the intense pressure.

Budo could taste the metallic liquid on the tips of his tongue, a noticeable blood formed a line on the crevice of his teeth as he parted his lips.

“How does it feel to have a taste of your own medicine?” Budo laughs ontop of his lungs in mock. He glared at her, tightening his grip more that he wanted to see Ayano's neck break. “Don't worry, when I'm done with you...your senpai will be next.”

That sent Ayano's mind into a frenzy, her senses miraculously returning. Budo's brows scrunches, bewildered when Ayano grabbed his hand stronger than before.

Ayano glanced on the wooden post just beside the two of them, giving her an idea. She reached her free hand up, fingers tangling on Budo's hair and she thrash her body sending Budo's head to the post.

Budo grunts with eyes shut from the pain dribbling in his head.

Ayano shuffle to her knees, both hands now holding Budo's head while she relentlessly bashed it repeatedly on the wood.

“Don't. dare. touch. my. senpai!” Every word Ayano screeches, the stronger she smashes, Budo's cheeks already swollen.

Ayano paused momentarily when her eyes fell on the hammer forgotten on the floor. She releases Budo to get it, thinking that it'll be more useful than the wood.

The solid, heavy metal weighed her hands, her finger eagerly sliding across the head of the hammer. She felt delighted, she could finally be with her senpai when she's done with Budo.

But then there was a wheezing noise, her head turn to see Taro. Her head tilt. Not after finishing him.

-

Your arms twitch, the sensation on your wrist rekindled your senses, the loud noises thundering in your ears woke you up from your unconscious state. Eyes fluttering open while ignoring the line of pain coming from the back of your head to your crown. You look around, your eyes landing on the wall decorated with your pictures.

Your mouth gaped. “What the fuc—”

“Don't. dare. touch. my. senpai!”

Ayano?

You turn your head and see an open door. Standing up you abruptly stop, looking down to see you were tied on a chair, forgetting that Budo abducted you. You wriggled your body, your wrist burning from the tight ropes binding your hands together. Then you felt a cold metal touching your skin, your grazed your finger along it and felt the sharp teeth of the saw.

Wrapping one of your palms around it, your used your wrist and try to saw the ropes as fast as you can. Feeling the tie loose and fell to the ground, you moved to take care of the ropes from both of your ankles before dashing to the door to find what was happening.

The sight made your gut flip, your hands making its way on your stomach and mouth, your throat retching from the bodies lying infront of you; Blood pooling around Shin, Kuroko leaning on the wall with a knife stuck on her chest, and Budo's bloody head as he faced down to the floor.

“Please no!”

Your eyes shift on a familiar slender figure with her back towards you, slowly approaching Taro who was helplessly crawling away from her.

You open your mouth. “Ayano don't!”

Ayano spins her head, her bloodlust eyes with sinister smile switch to you. The hammer she holds clank to the floor, moving towards you with enthusiastic skip in her steps.

You stared at her, terror emitting in your eyes at the sight. Her smile were wide, a bit too cheerful considering blood covered the floors, wall, and her body, especially her face.

I can't believe I'm in love with this murder.

Ayano throws her arms around you, pulling you in for a warm embrace, ignoring the blood from her body beginning to stain your clothes.

“Senpai!” She greeted, her voice were sickly sweet, her face nuzzling on your neck.

You hold her tightly on your body, eyes wandering around the scene infront of you. This wasn't supposed to happen, you were going to talk to them to avoid this situation, and now you're blaming yourself for letting this happen.

Eyes landing on Taro, you gave him an apologetic smile and to your surprise he nods back knowingly. Man, is he nice.

Tears trickled down your eyes, you never even notice it forming. Your body quiver while burying your face on your girlfriends shoulder. You don't even know why you're crying, was it because it was all over? Or is it because you saw your friends dead bodies?

Ayano hushed softly, her hand rubbing circles on your back. “Let's go home?”

You nodded in reply.

“Watch out!”

Your head lift from Taro's panicked voice and see a bloodied face Budo charging towards Ayano from behind, holding a blood stained knife tightly that he pulled from Kuroko's dead body.

As if your instinct kicked in, you twist both of your bodies around and used your body as Ayano's shield. Your eyes snapped open when the sharp knife pierced through your flesh. But the agonising pain starting to surround your body paled from Ayano's blood curdling shriek that echoed in your ears. The pain intensified when Budo pulled the knife back and by that your lungs forced blood out of your mouth.

“Y/N!”

Ayano charged at Budo, shoving him with strong force that he stumble back, his heel hitting Shin's body tripping him. His torso collided on the railing and he falls and rolls down the stairs. At the foot of the stairs he accidentally used his arms for support, forgetting that he was holding a knife and it slit through his neck, blood gushes out his mouth as he let out a stangled grunt.

You tumble to the floor, Ayano going down with you after failing to catch your heavy weight.

“NO!”