BLOOD PASSAGE
Prologue...

Her name is Lintang Aurelina Putri, an ordinary High School girl, too ordinary even. Starting from his achievements at school, his face is too standard, and his presence is there but like not considered. Except when he was in the white and clean room, the room where the children with thick glasses and the designation “kutu buku” are always attached. The room provided by the school for journalists who always make hot topics in the school mading. ranging from the dark relationship of students and teachers, or teachers with other teachers, the, as well as the mystery of the disappearance of the pen that can always make a scene in the whole class.Their group of journalists is called by the nickname “SURGICAL GLASSES”. A nickname that has existed since the year of the formation of the author's group for the first time. Not a stronghold or group that is influential or respected in school. Nor is it the gang that often oppresses the weak. They are just fact-finders, a group of students who are hungry for news and words that can make the brain work harder. The harder and harder the news gets or the harder and harder a mystery is solved a group of students are even more challenged and racing adrenaline to uncover a mystery that has long been hidden. And within 36 days, they will help detectives unravel a mystery that their school has long hidden. A dark story, the lives that always drift when the school gives graduation announcements for third-graders. The search and proof of that fact has begun from now on...

THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING...

A school with luxurious and classy building architecture has been completed. Schools that were originally only one level are now three levels thanks to the help and donation of parents for the development of more adequate infrastructure. The craftsmen began to clean up the equipment they had brought. Then return to their respective homes and just wait for the big wages they will receive next. In another room was a middle-aged man with glasses hanging from the base of his nose, busy flipping through a yellow map he received from a man representing the workers to collect the wages to be given. With a meaningful smile the middle-aged man closed the yellow map containing the nominal money he had to give before stepping in front of the large closet. His hand swiftly picked up a thick envelope he had prepared beforehand and finally gave the envelope to the man before him.

“Thank you sir, glad to cooperate with you. Thank you also for entrusting us to complete the construction of this school” said the man with a faint smile on his lips.

The middle-aged man simply nodded and said the same word slowly. After shaking hands the agreed contract is completed.

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“ALL STUDENTS OF CLASS 12 DECLARED... PASS!”

The clapping and crying were mixed into one, although there were also students whose expressions could already guess that the force would pass 100%. Where there may be a school that wants its image polluted because one or two students who are not declared to graduate. No one else would want to enroll in this school because there is such a thing happening.

“BESOK WILL BE HELD A FAREWELL EVENT FOR CLASS 12. WHICH WILL BE HELD IN BARU” BUILDING

Shindy. The disciples immediately shouted and screamed. Not because he was pleased with the announcement of the principal he had just delivered but the fact that, a small percentage of the students were in a mass trance. Other students who are still conscious and do not get carried away. Even running as far away as possible because of the unusual sight. The conscious male disciples along with the teacher who at that time numbered less than twenty people tried to do everything, to return the possessed disciple back from their subconscious. After 30 minutes of yelling and heartbreaking screams, the possessed disciples of more than 7 were finally conscious. With chaotic circumstances and disheveled hair and a tangled uniform. The disciples were again becoming themselves.a sigh of relief was heard from the helpful teachers and disciples. Gratitude is unceasingly extended to the almighty. After that incident, the students and teachers returned home. Their energy was drained away after an unexpected event. Only the middle-aged man remained along with the new sports teacher he had received work for. The two of them were walking towards the new building to make one room as a place for sports equipment there. The smell of new marble smelled along the way the two of them walked. The sports room was just one more turn away and before the door was completely open one sighting the two men saw made their heartbeats race back uncontrollably accompanied by a strand of breath stuck in the throat.