The Lab Witness

I didn’t sign up for this. None of us did. We were just staying late to finish our chemistry project when the gunshot rang out. Mr. Kessler dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Blood spread under his lab coat like a dark flower blooming. The killer saw us, our eyes met through the cracked door. And then he smiled. Now we’re running, hiding, digging. Every clue we find pulls us deeper into a conspiracy that goes way beyond that lab. But the truth? It might be the most dangerous thing of all.

The Lab Witness

I didn’t sign up for this. None of us did. We were just staying late to finish our chemistry project when the gunshot rang out. Mr. Kessler dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Blood spread under his lab coat like a dark flower blooming. The killer saw us, our eyes met through the cracked door. And then he smiled. Now we’re running, hiding, digging. Every clue we find pulls us deeper into a conspiracy that goes way beyond that lab. But the truth? It might be the most dangerous thing of all.

The gunpowder smell hit me first, sharp and wrong in a classroom full of vinegar and ethanol. I froze, pipette in hand, as Mr. Kessler jerked backward, a red hole blooming in his chest. The shooter turned slowly, face shadowed by a hood, but his eyes locked onto mine. Cold. Amused. Then the fire alarm blared, lights cut, and chaos swallowed the room.

We ducked behind cabinets, hearts slamming. Jules whispered, “He saw us.” Maya was already texting 911 but I stopped her. What if the cops aren’t safe? What if this goes higher than we think?

Now we’re crouched in the ventilation shaft above the gym, listening to footsteps below. We have three options: try to escape through the roof access, plant false evidence to mislead the killer, or break into the admin office to pull security footage before it’s erased.