The gun looked heavier than death itself.
Her heartbeat slammed violently against her chest while the masked man pointed the weapon directly at her forehead.
Everything inside Room 302 suddenly became too loud. The sound of rain outside.
The crackling fluorescent bulb overhead.
Her breathing.
The footsteps.
Fear swallowed the room completely.
One wrong movement…
And everything would end here.
The tallest masked man stepped forward slowly.
Black hoodie.
Black gloves.
Face completely covered.
Only his eyes were visible.
Cold eyes.
The kind of eyes that had seen terrible things and survived them.
“Give us the journal,” he ordered.
His voice sounded distorted, almost mechanical.
Amara glanced toward Emeka instinctively.
But Emeka looked strangely calm.
Too calm.
As though this situation was expected.
The second masked man grabbed Amara roughly.
“Move!”
Pain shot through her arm immediately.
“Let me go!”
The third man slapped her hard across the face.
“Shut up!”
Amara staggered backward in shock.
For a brief second, anger overpowered fear.
Nobody had touched her like that before.
Nobody.
The masked leader turned toward Emeka.
“You were warned.”
Emeka leaned casually against the dusty wall.
“You people always arrive late.”
The leader cocked the gun immediately.
“Don’t test my patience.”
But instead of fear…
Emeka smiled.
That same unsettling smile.
And suddenly Amara realized something terrifying:
Emeka was not scared of them.
At all.
Across LMU…
Tobi stormed angrily through the rain toward Queens Hall.
His mind refused to stay calm.
Every answer from his father created more questions.
And now one particular thought haunted him endlessly:
What exactly was Amara’s father involved in?
As he approached the hostel entrance, several girls immediately started whispering.
“That’s Tobi.”
“He still get mind come here?”
“Campus hottest scandal.”
Normally, Tobi enjoyed attention.
Tonight?
He hated it.
He climbed the staircase quickly toward Room B12.
Then stopped.
The room door was wide open.
Empty.
Lilian sat alone on the bed nervously scrolling through her phone.
The moment she saw Tobi, her expression hardened.
“What are you doing here?”
“Where’s Amara?”
Lilian hesitated.
“I don’t know.”
Tobi moved closer dangerously.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“She left earlier.”
“Where?”
“I said I don’t know!”
Something inside Tobi snapped.
Because deep down…
He could feel something terrible approaching.
Then he noticed it.
Amara’s drawer hanging open.
Clothes scattered everywhere.
Signs of a search.
His eyes narrowed immediately.
“Who entered this room?”
Lilian’s face changed instantly.
Fear.
Real fear.
“Tobi…”
“Who searched this room?”
“I don’t know but—”
“Was it my father?”
Silence.
That silence answered everything.
Tobi stepped backward slowly.
Because suddenly…
He realized something horrifying.
His father was already moving against Amara.
Back inside Room 302…
The tension thickened dangerously.
The masked leader stretched out his hand toward Emeka.
“The journal.”
Emeka stared at him calmly.
Then softly asked:
“You really think the journal is the problem?”
The leader’s voice darkened.
“Last warning.”
Emeka sighed dramatically.
“You people never understand the game.”
Then suddenly—
The lights went off.
Darkness swallowed the room instantly.
Gunshots exploded violently.
BANG!
BANG!!
Amara screamed instinctively as chaos erupted around her.
Bodies collided.
Furniture crashed.
Men shouted aggressively.
Then somebody grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Run!”
Emeka.
He dragged her through the darkness at terrifying speed.
More gunshots exploded behind them.
The abandoned hallway echoed with violent footsteps.
Amara’s legs nearly failed as they raced toward the staircase.
“Who are those people?!” she shouted breathlessly.
“No time!”
They reached the staircase.
Suddenly—
Another masked man appeared below them holding a machete.
Amara gasped.
But before the man could attack—
Emeka launched forward violently.
The speed shocked her.
He slammed the attacker against the wall brutally.
The machete clattered across the floor.
One punch.
Two punches.
Blood splattered instantly.
The masked man collapsed unconscious.
Amara stared at Emeka in horror.
Because the quiet mysterious boy suddenly moved like somebody used to violence.
Experienced violence.
Emeka grabbed her hand again.
“Move!”
They continued running through the building.
Rain thundered outside aggressively.
Behind them, voices echoed louder.
“They’re upstairs!”
“Search everywhere!”
Amara’s breathing became painful now.
“What is happening?!”
Emeka finally stopped near a broken classroom.
Then turned toward her seriously.
“You’re being hunted.”
The sentence hit her hard.
“Hunted by who?”
Emeka looked directly into her eyes.
“People connected to your father.”
Amara’s head spun.
“That makes no sense.”
“It will soon.”
He pulled something from his hoodie pocket.
A flash drive.
Small.
Black.
Dangerous-looking.
“What is this?”
“The reason your father died.”
Amara stared at it in confusion.
Before she could ask another question—
Her phone suddenly rang loudly.
Unknown number.
Again.
Slowly, she answered.
And immediately froze.
Because the voice on the line was her mother’s.
Crying.
Terrified.
“Amara… run.”
Her breathing shook violently.
“Mummy?”
Then another voice entered the call.
A man.
Cold.
Calm.
Deadly.
“If you want to see your mother alive again…”
Amara’s blood turned cold instantly.
The voice continued:
“Bring us the flash drive.”
The call disconnected.
Silence.
Pure silence.
Rain crashed violently outside while Amara stood frozen in shock.
Then slowly…
She looked up at Emeka.
And for the first time since arriving at Lora Metropolitan University—
She truly understood something terrifying.
This was never just about betrayal.
This was war.
FICTIONAL DISCLAIMER
This series is completely fictional.All names, schools, characters, and events are products of the writer’s imagination.
Any resemblance to real persons or institutions is purely coincidental.
Created strictly for entertainment purposes.
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