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As he moved deeper into the school, the geometry began to fail. Doors led to rooms that shouldn't exist. He found notes tucked into floorboards—tall tales of a girl trapped in a fire, of a music room haunted by a blood-stained score.

Hui-min realized then that the candy in his bag no longer mattered. To survive the night, he didn't need to be a romantic; he needed to be a ghost hunter. He had to solve the riddles of the talismans, outrun the possessed faculty, and find a way to break the seal on the front gates before the sun rose—or he would become just another urban legend whispered by the students of Yeondu High.

Hui-min ducked into a nearby bathroom, pressing his back against the cold tile. He watched through the crack in the door as the janitor passed, swinging a flashlight that seemed to bleed red. The school wasn't just a building anymore; it was alive, fueled by the restless grudges of those who had died within its walls. File: White.Day.A.Labyrinth.Named.School.v1.0.1...

In the woodshop, the air grew frigid. A faint sobbing drifted from the rafters. When he looked up, he didn't see a student—he saw a specter, her face a pale mask of sorrow. The school was a "Labyrinth Named School," a place where the barrier between the living and the dead had dissolved.

Lee Hui-min didn't mean to stay late, but the box of candy in his backpack felt like a lead weight. It was the eve of , and he only wanted to slip into Class 2-8 to leave the gift on So-young’s desk. But the moment the heavy school gates clicked shut behind him, the air in Yeondu High School changed. It wasn't just dark; it was heavy . As he moved deeper into the school, the

"Just leave the candy and get out," he whispered to himself, his flashlight beam cutting a shaky path through the gloom.

Suddenly, a rhythmic thump-drag, thump-drag echoed from the floor above. It was the janitor. But this wasn't the man who waved to students in the morning. This was a twisted version, his eyes clouded with a milky, murderous haze, a heavy set of keys jingling like a death knell against his belt. Hui-min realized then that the candy in his

The corridors of the Main Building were a labyrinth of shadows. Every locker creaked, and every distant drip of water sounded like a footstep.