Mitja shivered as he stared up at the imposing structure, feeling as if the eyes of the school spirit, Maunonhenki, were watching him from the shadows. "This place is more alive than it seems," he muttered to himself.

Aino, with her fiery red hair and determined expression, leaned close to Julia. "We need to figure out who’s behind this before anyone else gets hurt," she said, her voice a fierce whisper. "I agree, but we need to be careful. We don't know who we can trust," replied Julia, glancing nervously toward the shadows.

Otto, the pragmatic thinker of the group, spread out a series of notes on a wooden table. "These are the patterns of the attacks. Each one seems to happen during a stormy night," he observed, tapping a finger on a map of the school grounds. Tommi, Julia's boyfriend, nodded. "And each victim was alone... isolated," he added, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Ari, one of the teachers, appeared from the shadows, his eyes unreadable. "You think you can solve this mystery yourselves, do you?" he asked, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Nina, the other teacher, stepped forward. "Ari, enough games. These children are terrified," she said, her voice firm and unwavering.

Mitja, looking directly at Ari, spoke with newfound confidence. "It was you, wasn't it? You used the storms as cover, but the school spirit, Maunonhenki, saw everything," he declared. "Clever," admitted Ari, a grim smile on his face. "But it's too late now," he said, as the school spirit's presence seemed to grow stronger, swirling around them.

Julia turned to Tommi, her eyes filled with gratitude. "We did it," she said, her voice a mix of disbelief and joy. "Together," Tommi replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they watched the first light of dawn illuminate the ancient halls of Osyk.