Seiko was starting to panic. She only had a little time before Kasao, the bastard demon, the false teacher arrived at the ageing school gymnasium. His foolish lust was blinding him, he should be easy to take down, but she could not let her guard down. She set up the palm sized video camera in a corner of the wooden climbing bars.
"The truth won't matter when you're dead for real," she said aloud. "But I want the others to know." Voices passed in the curved corridor. Those idiot junior boys chattering inanely about soccer. She stopped talking abruptly, fearful.