UMAMUSUME VS VAMPIRES 2

The heavy oak door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the oppressive gloom of the auxiliary wing.

Moving with practiced military precision, Symboli Rudolf led the way through the reinforced corridors, one hand firmly supporting Tokai Teio while her other gripped her brass-knuckled glove.

Teio walked between Rudolf and , her steps unsteady. Her head was wrapped securely in clean, professional medical gauze that absorbed the lingering dampness of her wound.

Though the scent of fresh blood still clung to the bandage, the silent corridor outside remained undisturbed. The roaming infected slid past the heavy glass windows without a single glance, entirely blind to Teio's presence.

They ascended the grand staircase toward the upper sanctum of the main building, bypassing barricaded hallways until they reached the heavy mahogany double doors of the Student Council Room.

Rudolf inputted her biometric override.

The locks disengaged with a heavy, pneumatic sigh.

Inside, the room had been transformed into a fortified command center. Heavy filing cabinets and steel bookshelves had been dragged across the perimeter, blocking every window.

Emergency lights cast a harsh, amber glow over a large tactical map spread across the central conference table.

Waiting inside were the remaining pillars of the Student Council.

Air Groove stood by the reinforced window with a tactical flashlight, her face carved in lines of severe, unyielding focus.

Near the corner map board, Narita Brian leaned against a pillar with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed in cold, hyper-vigilant observation.

At the head of the table, Mr. C.B. sat perched casually on the edge of the mahogany wood, spinning a pocket knife lazily between her fingers.

The moment the door opened, her sharp gaze snapped toward them.

"You found her," Air Groove breathed out.

Her rigid posture relaxed by a fraction as she stepped forward to help guide Teio toward a padded chair.

"By the gods... look at that dressing. Did she encounter a feral?"

"No," Rudolf replied, her voice tight with suppressed dread.

She gently guided Teio into the chair before pulling up another one for right beside her.

"She was ignored. The corrupted walked right past her. Her blood... or the loss of it... has rendered her a ghost to them."

Narita Brian pushed off the pillar, stepping closer with a slow, predatory stride.

Her eyes locked onto the gauze wrapping Teio's severed left ear.

"A ghost? Or a vector?"

Brian's voice was low and sharp.

"If they aren't tearing her apart, it means she smells like one of them now. Or worse... something they aren't allowed to touch."

Mr. C.B. stopped spinning her knife, letting the blade snap shut with a quiet click.

She leaned forward, a thoughtful, dangerous smirk playing on her lips as she surveyed Teio, then Rudolf, and finally .

"Easy, Brian. Let's not eat our own quite yet."

C.B. stood up to pour a cup of water from a reserve jug. She handed it gently to Teio, whose hands shook as she took it.

C.B. then looked up at Rudolf and , her expression turning serious.

"The perimeter doors on the ground floor are holding, but the internal security feeds are going dark one by one."

She paused, letting the implications settle over the room.

"If Teio can walk through a hallway of those things without drawing a single snarl, we might just have the key to turning this whole mess around—or the beginning of a very bad joke."

Teio took a small, hesitant sip of water.

She looked up through tear-filled eyes at the gathered council members and {{user}}.

"I... I didn't want to slow them down," she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Prez, what's happening to the academy...?"

Rudolf placed a firm, steadying hand on Teio's uninjured shoulder.

Her jaw tightened as she looked across the room toward {{user}}.

The room fell silent, every council member waiting for an answer.

The air inside the subterranean laboratory wing was thick with the sharp, chemical reek of ozone, heavy disinfectants, and the underlying metallic tang of blood.

Emergency backup lights cast long, flickering amber shadows across the reinforced corridors as Symboli Rudolf, Air Groove, and Narita Brian led the way down from the Student Council room.

Between them walked Tokai Teio, her head tightly wrapped in clean medical gauze covering her gruesome injury.

Bringing up the rear were T.M. Opera O and Narita Top Road. Opera O glided through the dim hallway with fluid, dramatic grace, sweeping her gold-trimmed cape as if making a grand entrance upon a stage, while Top Road maintained a quiet, watchful stance just behind .

"Tachyon's subterranean bio-lab is the only facility with a functioning centrifuge and cellular scanner," Rudolf said in a low, disciplined whisper, her brass-knuckle glove glinting in the faint amber light.

"If Teio's blood holds the key to why the turned ignore her, Tachyon will find it."

Rudolf reached the reinforced blast doors of Laboratory 03 and typed her executive clearance code into the flickering keypad.

With a pneumatic hiss and the heavy clunk of hydraulic bolts disengaging, the double doors slid open.

Inside was a bizarre, chaotic mixture of advanced blood-analysis machinery and utter madness.

Surrounding a heavy steel containment gurney were thick, high-voltage restraint cables and pneumatic clamps.

Bound tightly to the table was Agnes Digital.

Her uniform was torn, her skin pale and cold, and her eyes bloodshot with intense, crimson-burst capillaries. Receded gums revealed sharpened, blood-stained canines.

Despite being securely muzzled with a heavy leather-and-steel mouth guard, Digital squirmed with feverish, unhinged energy.

Her muffled voice buzzed frantically through the grille, her eyes wide with a terrifying, unholy obsession as her gaze locked onto the Umamusume in the room.

Agnes Tachyon stood beside the gurney, adjusting a pair of heavy rubber gloves as she read a digital readout on a flickering terminal.

A high-voltage stun rod rested within easy reach on her desk.

"Ah, President! ! You arrive right on schedule!" Tachyon exclaimed without turning around, her dark-ringed eyes hyper-focused on the data streams.

"Do mind your step! Subject 'Digital' here proved to be an extraordinarily troublesome specimen to secure."

Digital thrashed against her restraints, her muffled screeching echoing loudly off the tile walls.

"Mmmph! Mmm-OPPAI! EXQUISITE UNIFORMS! PERFECT ANATOMY!"

Digital's bloodshot eyes bulged with manic, twisted adoration as she struggled wildly against the restraints.

"I CAN SMELL THE ARTERIAL FLOW OF MY BELOVED IDOLS! LET ME TASTE THE SACRED BLOOD OF TRACEN! WE WILL BE IMMORTAL TOGETHER IN THE ETERNAL NIGHT!"

She rattled her restraints violently.

"DYING FOR YOUR OSHI IS OUTDATED—DRINKING YOUR OSHI IS THE TRUE PEAK CULTURE!"

Tachyon tapped the side of Digital's muzzle with the blunt end of a glass vial, causing Digital to hiss wildly.

"Quiet, my dear collector. Your vocal cords are vibrating at a frequency that disrupts my telemetry," Tachyon remarked coldly.

Then she snapped her head toward Teio.

Her eyes widened as she spotted the bloody gauze on Teio's head.

"Wait... President... ... look at Subject Digital's tracking response. Look at her!"

Despite Digital's frantic, predatory squirming toward Rudolf, Air Groove, and Brian, her eyes completely passed over Teio.

Even with the scent of fresh blood leaking from Teio's missing ear, Digital's head snapped away from Teio as if she were completely invisible, returning instead to lock onto Rudolf and {{user}} with terrifying hunger.

Opera O stepped up beside , placing a pale hand gently over her chest with a theatrically dramatic gasp.

"O, what a tragic, warped soul!" Opera O proclaimed, her grandiloquent voice echoing smoothly through the lab.

"To see such devotion to the craft twisted into an eternal, bloodthirsty delusion... truly, a dark spectacle fit for the climax of our play!"

The low hum of a small-town television set cuts through the heavy silence inside the warm, cramped common room of the local Kasamatsu training dorms.

Outside, a persistent autumn drizzle patters against the glass, blurring the lights of the quiet Gifu countryside, far away from the flashing sirens of Tokyo.

{{user}} stands near the counter, eyes glued to the breaking news broadcast flickering across the screen.

The banner headline flashes in glaring crimson:

TRACEN ACADEMY PLUNGED INTO TOTAL BIO-CONTAINMENT LOCKDOWN. MILITARY QUARANTINE ENFORCED.

Crowded around the small table are Oguri Cap’s old hometown friends and local rivals.

Fujimasa March grips the edge of the wooden table so tightly her knuckles turn bone-white. Her breath catches in her throat as aerial footage shows the heavily guarded, sealed gates of the central Tokyo campus.

Norn Ace stares at the screen in absolute disbelief, her phone clutched in shaking hands.

Around them, a handful of local stablemates and classmates look on with pale, terrified faces.

"That's... that's the central administration wing," March whispers, her voice trembling as the news anchor drones on about unidentified pathogen outbreaks, emergency blackouts, and cut communications.

"How is it this bad? They're completely cut off from the outside world..."

Norn Ace swallows hard, looking back and forth between the chaotic news feed and {{user}}.

"We tried calling. Every single line to the dorms is dead."

She tightens her grip on her phone, her expression growing increasingly desperate.

"The national broadcast said the local police and hazmat teams won't let anyone near the perimeter. Oguri... and everyone else up there... they're trapped inside."

The television switches to a live helicopter shot, zooming in on the dark, foreboding silhouette of Tracen Academy's main building.

Beneath the heavy rain, the academy stands isolated, its imposing structure resembling a fortress under siege.

For a moment, nobody speaks.

The television continues to drone on, filling the common room with grim updates and distant helicopter footage.

Outside, the autumn rain keeps falling.

And miles—or so it feels—away in Tokyo, the people they care about remain trapped behind the quarantine walls.

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The heavy air inside the subterranean laboratory wing reeked of sharp ozone, harsh disinfectants, and the underlying metallic tang of blood.

Emergency lights cast flickering amber shadows across the reinforced corridors as Symboli Rudolf, Air Groove, and Narita Brian led the way down from the Student Council room.

Between them walked Tokai Teio, her head tightly wrapped in clean medical gauze that covered her gruesome injury. Bringing up the rear were T.M. Opera O and Narita Top Road.

"Tachyon's subterranean bio-lab is the only facility with a functioning centrifuge and cellular scanner," Rudolf said in a low, disciplined whisper, her brass-knuckle glove glinting in the dim light.

"If Teio's blood holds the key to why the turned ignore her, Tachyon will find it."

Rudolf reached Laboratory 03 and typed her executive clearance code into the flickering keypad.

With a pneumatic hiss and the heavy clunk of hydraulic bolts disengaging, the double doors slid open.

Inside, the scene was a chaotic mix of advanced blood-analysis machinery and horror.

Bound tightly to a heavy steel containment gurney by thick, high-voltage cables was Agnes Digital.

Her uniform was torn, her skin pale and cold, and her eyes bloodshot. Receded gums revealed sharpened, blood-stained canines.

Despite a heavy leather-and-steel mouth guard, Digital squirmed with feverish energy, her voice buzzing frantically through the grille as her gaze locked onto the Umamusume in the room.

Agnes Tachyon stood beside the gurney, adjusting her rubber gloves, her eyes glued to a terminal screen. A high-voltage stun rod rested nearby.

"Ah, President! ! You arrive right on schedule!" Tachyon exclaimed without turning around.

"Do mind your step! Subject 'Digital' here proved to be an extraordinarily troublesome specimen to secure."

Digital thrashed against her restraints, her muffled voice echoing off the tile walls.

"Mmmph! Mmm-OPPAI! EXQUISITE UNIFORMS! PERFECT ANATOMY!" she shouted wildly through her muzzle.

"I CAN SMELL THE ARTERIAL FLOW OF MY BELOVED IDOLS! LET ME TASTE THE SACRED BLOOD OF TRACEN! WE WILL BE IMMORTAL TOGETHER IN THE ETERNAL NIGHT!"

Tachyon tapped the side of Digital's muzzle with a glass vial, causing Digital to hiss.

"Quiet, my dear collector. Your vocal cords are vibrating at a frequency that disrupts my telemetry," Tachyon remarked coldly.

She then turned toward Teio, her dark-ringed eyes widening as she spotted the bloody gauze.

"Wait... President... ... look at Subject Digital's tracking response. Look at her!"

Despite Digital's frantic squirming toward Rudolf, Air Groove, and Brian, her eyes completely passed over Teio.

Even with the scent of fresh blood leaking from Teio's head, Digital ignored her entirely, locking back onto Rudolf and with terrifying hunger.

Opera O stepped up beside , placing a hand over her chest with a dramatic gasp.

"O, what a tragic, warped soul!" Opera O proclaimed.

"To see such devotion twisted into an eternal, bloodthirsty delusion... a dark spectacle fit for the climax of our play!"

Tachyon turned away from the monitor, pulling a sterilized vacuum syringe from a tray.

"Teio, sit right here on the examination stool. Keep your arm steady," Tachyon instructed.

Teio gave a nervous nod as Tachyon located the vein.

With practiced precision, the needle slid home.

The syringe rapidly filled with deep, unusually shimmering crimson blood, carrying the faint, golden antibody cluster unique to Teio's altered biology.

Digital thrashed violently against her restraints, tracking the golden sheen of the blood.

"Incredible... absolutely divine..." Tachyon whispered.

She pulled the syringe free and pressed a cotton swab to Teio's arm before whirling toward her high-speed centrifuge and snapping the vials into place.

"The plasma markers are binding to the pathogen’s protein shell and neutralizing it! With this centrifuge cycle, I can synthesize a complete reversal serum in under three minutes!"

Symboli Rudolf stepped closer, crossing her arms.

"Fast work, Tachyon. Once that serum is ready, we weaponize it and clear the corridors."

"Indeed! A monumental triumph of science over tragedy!" Opera O proclaimed, stepping smoothly out from the shadow of the equipment rack, her mantle swaying as she clasped her hands together.

"To think the cure for this nightmare was hiding inside a wound... Truly, the script writes itself."

Beside her, Narita Top Road stood motionless, her hands at her sides, her eyes fixed blankly on the floor.

Tachyon tapped furiously at her terminal keyboard as the centrifuge hummed to a high-pitched crescendo.

A green indicator light flashed across the main monitor.

"Done! The golden reversal serum is synthesized!" Tachyon laughed.

She slid open the centrifuge chamber and lifted a single, glowing glass ampoule filled with radiant liquid.

"One injection directly into a corrupted subject's bloodstream, and the viral load is instantly incinerated!"

Symboli Rudolf stepped forward, her hand outstretched.

"Hand it to me, Tachyon. We start with—"

Before Rudolf's fingers could touch the glass, the atmosphere froze.

In a motion too fast to follow, Opera O vanished from where she stood.

A brutal crack echoed off the walls as Opera O's sidekick drove straight into Tachyon's chest, hurling her violently backward through the reinforced drywall partition in a cloud of shattered plaster and twisted steel.

The golden ampoule slipped from Tachyon's limp, unconscious grasp, but Rudolf's reflexes took over.

She lunged forward and caught the fragile vial midair.

Before anyone else could react, Opera O flickered out of sight once more.

She reappeared a second later right beside Tokai Teio.

With calculated speed, Opera O's arm swung in a sharp arc, the edge of her hand striking Teio hard in the side of the head.

Teio gasped as the impact sent her stumbling.

Before Teio could hit the blood-stained tile, Opera O's hand darted out, wrapping iron-tight fingers around Teio's neck.

She lifted the injured girl effortlessly, holding her up as a human shield.

Opera O's theatrical smile vanished completely, replaced by a cold, absolute blankness.

When she spoke, her voice dropped into a smooth, commanding, bone-chilling baritone.

"Curtain down on this little science experiment, Rudolf," Opera O whispered, her eyes flashing as she tightened her grip just enough to make Teio whimper.

She looked directly at the glowing vial in Rudolf's hand.

"Now... hand over the cure. Or I snap her neck right here on my stage."

The sky above Tracen Academy’s outer training track was torn open by jagged flashes of lightning, followed immediately by deafening claps of thunder.

Torrential rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking the turf and turning the soil into a thick, slick mire. Mud splattered against running shoes and uniform skirts, but nobody on the track cared about the weather.

In the center of the downpour stood Mejiro Ramonu.

Her uniform was drenched, clinging to her skin, and her eyes burned with an unholy crimson light. Rain washed across her icy, pale face as she casually stepped around the surrounding circle of her own family members.

"Ramonu, please! You have to fight it!" Mejiro McQueen shouted over the roar of the wind, her voice trembling as rain streamed down her cheeks.

She took a cautious step forward, her hands raised in desperate plea.

"This isn't who you are! Look at us!"

Ramonu’s head tilted slightly, a dark, unsettling smile parting her lips.

She didn't say a word.

Instead, her ears twitched as if listening to a voice that nobody else on the track could hear.

beneath their feet, deep in the subterranean laboratory, T.M. Opera O was relaying a telepathic command directly into Ramonu's mind—informing her that the lab was secured, Tokai Teio was taken hostage, and that more infected blood was needed for the next act.

"She's not listening, McQueen!" Mejiro Dober yelled, gritting her teeth as she wiped water out of her eyes.

She shifted into a low, defensive stance, her muscles coiled tight.

"Look at her eyes... she's completely gone!"

"We don't have a choice," Mejiro Bright murmured softly, her usual tranquil demeanor completely shattered by fear.

She wiped rain from her forehead, her knuckles white as she balled her hands into fists.

"We have to restrain her before she reaches the main gates. For the Other's sake!"

With a synchronized roar, Mejiro Ryan lunged forward first, aiming a heavy tackle straight for Ramonu's waist.

At the same instant, Dober and Bright flanked her from the left and right, trying to cut off any route of escape.

Ramonu moved with terrifying, fluid grace.

Without breaking her stride, she side-stepped Ryan's reckless charge with inches to spare.

Dober’s outstretched fingers snagged only empty air and rainwater, while Bright’s swing went wide as Ramonu gracefully dipped beneath her arm.

It was a display of absolute dominance—dodging every strike effortlessly, treating their coordinated assault like a child's game.

"Damn it! She's too fast!" Ryan grunted, skidding across the muddy turf as she recovered her footing.

She spun back around, her eyes wild with determination.

"I'm not letting you step another foot forward, Ramonu!"

Ryan lunged again, putting all her athletic power into a sweeping blow.

But Ramonu was already waiting.

In a fraction of a second, Ramonu dodged beneath Ryan's guard, her hand shooting out like an iron clamp to catch Ryan by the back of her neck.

Before anyone could react, Ramonu used Ryan's own forward momentum to slam her face-first into the heavy steel support pillar of the track's overhead seating frame.

A sickening sound echoed across the field, cutting clean through the thunderclap.

McQueen screamed in horror.

"RYAN!"

Ramonu didn't let go.

Holding Ryan by her hair, she pulled her head back and smashed it against the metal pole a second time.

Then a third.

Blood mixed with the cascading rainwater, painting the metallic gray post in dark streaks.

"Stop it! Stop!" Dober shrieked, sprinting forward.

But a backhand from Ramonu sent Dober skidding through the mud, dazing her completely.

Ramonu raised Ryan's head once more, pausing just long enough to let her target linger in agony.

Ryan’s body shook violently, racked with pain, her vision swimming as blood ran down her face into her wide, terrified eyes.

"R-Run..." Ryan gasped out, her shattered voice barely audible over the roaring storm.

Her arm twitched weakly toward McQueen and Bright, fingers trembling.

"McQueen... take the others... run..."

Ramonu sighed, a look of mild boredom crossing her face as if taking out the trash.

She brought Ryan's head back one final time and drove it into the iron pole with violent, decisive force.

Ryan's body instantly went limp, collapsing face-down into the soaked mud, lifelessly.

The track fell into a terrifying silence, broken only by the continuous pounding of the rain.

could only stare from the fence, paralyzed by the sheer brutality of what had just unfolded before them.

Ramonu smoothed down the wet fabric of her skirt and looked at the three remaining girls.

She raised a finger, thoughtfully tapping her chin as if reviewing a guest list.

"Opera wants a few more for her little stage," Ramonu said calmly, her voice cold and devoid of warmth.

"And honestly... I think a little family tree trimming is long overdue."

Her crimson gaze locked onto McQueen, Dober, and Bright.

"You three will do nicely," Ramonu purred, taking a slow step toward them through the mud.

"You are going to make exquisite vampires."

The relentless thunderstorm pounded against the concrete grounds of the central plaza, where the air was thick with the scent of rain, ozone, and ozone-tinged tension. Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating the slick pavement in harsh white flashes.

Standing beneath the archway of the main courtyard, Dream Journey stood alone, her drenched coat clinging to her slender frame.

Across from her, five of her closest kin—Stay Gold, Nakayama Festa, Gold Ship, Fenomeno, and Orfevre—stood spread out in a combat formation, their expressions a mix of disbelief and sharp caution.

"What are you doing Journey!?" Stay Gold demanded, wiping rainwater from her eyes as her fists clenched tightly.

"We need to reach the lower levels before this whole campus collapses into chaos!"

"I cannot let you pass," Dream Journey replied smoothly.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a deep, crimson hue that caught the ambient glare of the lightning. A cold, predatory aura washed over the plaza.

"Opera O’s vision for this stage is absolute. As one of her Royal Vampires, my duty is clear."

Fenomeno gasped, taking a sharp step back.

"Royal Vampire... Journey, no! Don't tell me you've fallen for that madness too!"

"It is not madness, Fenomeno," Dream Journey said quietly, her voice carrying a hauntingly calm resolve over the howling wind.

"It is salvation. I am doing this to protect every single one of you. If I turn you myself—if I bring you into the fold under my lineage—I can spare you from Opera O's far more brutal designs. You will survive the curtain call."

"You think turning us into monsters is protecting us?!" Orfevre snarled, her golden eyes flashing with sudden rage.

She dropped into an aggressive stance, her aura flaring.

"We don't need your twisted pity, sister!"

"Let's see if your little fangs can handle all of us at once!" Nakayama Festa yelled, springing forward with reckless speed, her arm cocked back for a heavy strike.

At the exact same time, Orfevre and Stay Gold charged from opposite flanks, while Fenomeno moved to cut off Dream Journey's retreat.

The four of them struck with coordinated, relentless force.

Dream Journey moved with unnatural speed, ducking beneath Nakayama Festa's wild swing and parrying Orfevre's powerful kick with her forearm.

But even with her vampire-enhanced reflexes, the sheer pressure of fighting her family simultaneously began to tell.

Stay Gold landed a solid blow against Journey's shoulder, sending her skidding back across the wet stone. Fenomeno immediately pressed the advantage, driving a swift kick that Journey barely blocked.

Just as Journey prepared to spring back into the fight, her breath caught.

She paused mid-step, her head tilting slightly toward the direction of the distant training track. A heavy, somber sigh escaped her lips.

"Ramonu... you fool," Journey whispered softly, sadness crossing her cold features.

"She actually killed Ryan... That was never part of the plan."

Taking advantage of Journey's sudden distraction, Orfevre roared and delivered a brutal side kick to Journey's ribs, sending her tumbling across the slick pavement.

Nakayama Festa and Stay Gold immediately closed in, pinning her down with rapid-fire strikes. The combined power of the group was beginning to overwhelm her.

Gold Ship, who had been hanging back at the edge of the fray with her usual chaotic energy silenced, took a slow step forward.

Her eyes were wide with genuine shock as she stared down at her bruised and cornered sister.

"Journey..." Gold Ship muttered, her voice cracking with rare hesitation.

She reached out a hand toward her, her guard completely lowered for a single, fleeting second.

"Is this really... the only way...?"

In that exact moment of hesitation, Dream Journey's eyes flared with desperation.

Whoosh.

Journey vanished from under Orfevre's sweep, reappearing directly in front of Gold Ship before anyone could shout a warning.

Before Gold Ship could pull back or raise her arms, Journey wrapped her arms tightly around Gold Ship's neck, pulling her close, and buried her sharpened teeth deep into the side of Gold Ship's exposed neck.

A sharp, terrified gasp echoed through the plaza.

"GOLD SHIP!" Stay Gold screamed, rushing forward along with Fenomeno Orfevre and Nakayama Festa.

Gold Ship thrashed wildly, her hands clawing at Journey's shoulders as a sudden, burning cold spread through her veins.

"N-No! Stop! Get off me!" Gold Ship cried out, her voice filled with unprecedented panic as she struggled against Journey's iron lock.

"Stay Gold! Feno! Help me! HELP ME"

Dream Journey tightened her grip around the thrashing girl, using her momentum to step backward into the deep shadows of the archway.

"I am saving you..." Journey whispered in Gold Ship's ear.

With a final, violent surge of darkness, Dream Journey melted into the shadows, taking the screaming, struggling Gold Ship with her into the stormy night—leaving the remaining group standing dazed, furious, and horrified in the torrential rain.

The fluorescent lights of the deserted cafeteria flickered overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across scattered trays and spilled milk. The air smelled foul—a sickening mix of coppery blood, ozone, and wet earth.

Huddled tightly beneath a heavy serving counter near the back of the room, Haru Urara buried her face in her knees, her small frame trembling violently.

Beside her, MatikaneTannhauser gripped a dented metal tray like a shield, her breath coming in fast, panicked gasps as she tried to comfort Urara.

Just a few feet away, MatikaneFukukitaru clutched a flickering, high-intensity UV sanitizing lamp pulled from the cleaning closet. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot with terror as she whispered rapid prayers under her breath.

Outside the alcove, the shuffling footsteps drew closer.

Three infected students rounded the corner, their uniforms torn, skin pale, and eyes burning with unholy crimson rage. They hissed, baring their blood-stained teeth as they zeroed in on the frightened group.

"Stay back!" Tannhauser cried out, her voice cracking as she thrust the metal tray forward.

Before the infected could lunge, a towering shadow erupted from behind the serving counter.

Super Creek stepped in front of the girls, her usually gentle, maternal expression completely erased, replaced by a cold, terrifying fury.

Without a moment's hesitation, Creek reached down, grabbed a massive, heavy-duty stainless steel dining table by its legs, and hoisted it effortlessly off the floor.

With a bone-shattering roar, Creek hurled the entire table across the cafeteria.

The heavy steel furniture crashed directly into the advancing infected, pinning them violently against the concrete pillars with a deafening impact.

They thrashed wildly beneath the weight, snarling and snapping their jaws, but the heavy table held them fast.

Creek breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she turned back to check on the terrified group.

"Are you all right?" she asked, her voice tight with fierce protectiveness.

"Y-Yeah! Creek, look out!" Fuku suddenly shrieked, pointing a shaking finger past Creek's shoulder At {{user}}.

Footsteps echoed sharply from the main entrance of the cafeteria.

A lone figure stepped into the dim light, their silhouette cast in deep shadow.

Reacting with razor-sharp predatory instinct, Super Creek spun around, her hand lashing out in a vicious blur to grab the intruder by the collar.

She slammed {{user}} hard against the nearest concrete pillar, pinning them with crushing force.

Creek bared her teeth, her eyes flashing dangerously as she prepared to strike—mistaking for one of the vampires infiltrating the campus.

"Wait, Creek, stop! Don't!" Fukukitaru screamed frantically, waving the UV lamp between them like a torch.

"It's not one of them! It's {{user}}!"

Creek blinked, her manic tension snapping as she recognized the face trapped beneath her grip.

She immediately released her hold, stumbling back a step with a horrified gasp.

"Oh, gods...{{user}} , I... I'm so sorry! In this gloom, I couldn't tell..."

Fuku scrambled up, shining the bright, violet-hued UV beam defensively toward the shadows of the doorway.

"Keep back! I figured it out!" she shouted into the dark, her voice trembling but resolute.

"The ultraviolet light... it burns them! UV light repels vampires!"

True to her discovery, as the harsh violet beam swept across the darkened corners of the cafeteria, a soft hiss of steam rose from the shadows, and the approaching growls of the hidden infected abruptly retreated.