The top floor of the Experimental Building was the place closest to the sky, and also the place where you could reach out and touch another world.
The campus, once perfectly normal, had begun to change. More and more students were turning into Blood Threads, becoming grotesque monsters.
They wailed across the campus that had once been peaceful. Accustomed to a beautiful life, they could never have imagined they would endure such agony.
Every second the blood-red mirror shrouding the Ghost School remained, several Blood Threads shattered. The memories within them vanished, erasing the last traces of their owners from this world.
The Painter's East and West Campus were undergoing an irreversible collapse. And the Painter, master of both campuses, was standing on the top floor of the Experimental Building.
He picked up the broken Drawing Board. As he raised his hand, black-red blood surfaced across it.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Chang Wenyu sat on the edge of the building with her legs dangling over the side. "You've earned the recognition of half the students in the Ghost School, but you can't control the will of the other half. Kill me, and that city will completely swallow the School Will."
"I've never killed anyone, but many people have died because of me. I recorded their final moments on this Drawing Board, and sometimes I take it out to admire them in my free time." The Painter gripped one corner of the board. His pale fingers dipped into the blood still wet on its surface. He seemed not to care at all about what Chang Wenyu had said, merely muttering to himself, saying what he wanted to say.
"You've never killed anyone?" Chang Wenyu crossed her legs and spread her arms. "You can always find an excuse for everything