The hallways of the school were cold, to be perfectly honest. Cold, indeed, below water-freezing temperatures, at 15 degrees F. The air smelled of silence, and if you weren't familiar with the school's structures and the students' tendency to die, you would've never guessed that something was happening in its very walls. But, indeed, there was something happening, and it was eerily peaceful for such a school. In fact, someone was dying right now, as usual, in the corridor just before escape. It was very graphic, what was happening, and it seemed so graphic that it seemed nearly impossible.
Not.
At least, not in this elementary school.

The boy screamed for her, "Ayumi! Run!" The foolish girl did not listen, and was too busy looking at him dying. He badly damaged around the right side of his body, and the girl could not stop looking at it. She knew it was rude to stare (and was ridiculous to apply that to this scenario), especially for a person who was dying. "Please! Run!" he said, wondering why on Earth, or wherever this was, was she not running. "Take Yuka and run!" The girl looked down at the little girl in her arms, who was slowly, and most likely painfully dying. Her right eye was stabbed out, and she was unfortunately stabbed in the heart, as well. "I love-" the boy was interrupted by a sword stabbing through his stomach. The girl gasped, and looked at him in horror. "Kishinuma-" "Just please, run! Take Yuka to Satoshi and make sure the others get home safely. I never really had anything but you to live for-" A powerful punch through the head killed him before he could finish. "Kishinuma-kun!" the girl felt like mourning, but she, for some reason, believed she had no time for remorse.

But, this story is not about the girl. This story is about the boy.