My story
One day, I, William was sitting in my bio class, then suddenly I realized that I couldn’t hold my bladder anymore and I had to use the restroom. Then, like a normal student I asked the teacher to use the restroom. But little did I know about impending doom that unleash on my frail little body. I enter the bathroom, for some reason there wasn’t a line this time. So I entered. The biggest mistake of my entire life. I go into a stall to take a wizz right? But I hear seniors enter. They start talking about the geek bar. I was like, okay that’s pretty normal. But then they hear my wizz stream. At this point I knew I was cooked. I was going to get slimed out by the seniors in the bathroom. Then all of a sudden the door starts shaking. The door got pounded down by the seniors. They take me off the toilet seat and shove me into the trash can. Is what I would say if I was a WEAKLING. I took all 10 of them in a fight at once and I came out the bathroom a MAN. But then they came and tackled me and I broke all of my 200 bones in my body. Except my Henie. Thanks a lot securely.
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this app is hell
even if it says you can close your pass, good luck doing it. It’s unnecessarily hard and crammed to change your starred teachers.
Don’t EVER leave the classroom to use the restroom
One day I wanted to use the restroom. So like any other student I ask the teacher, she said to download to god awful app. And so I downloaded the app,made a pass then started it. I left the classroom to use the restroom. I waited 4 hours in line to use it. I turn around, and too my surprise, the security guard were looking for me. And then I realized that my pass was still going and had not been in the class for a long time. He told me if I don’t get back into the class that he was going to slime me out. Like any good person would do, I ran… he started chasing me. I ran the corner and he was right on my tail. I lifted a nearby chair and threw it as far I can. He doges it. I hid in a class. But then he appeared right behind me. So I decided to just skip the rest of the day and my mom was home and she asked me y I was here so early and I told her it was a early release (my school doesn’t have early release days) and she told me that I was lying and she slimed me out. Moral of the story do NOT use securely pass, it will ruin your life.
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COLLECTS YOUR CHILDS INFORMATION
Tell me why this app tracks how long your child goes to the bathroom and uses ai to determine if they’re on their period or if it’s “suspicious”?! And there are many frightening stories of children getting bladder problems because they were forced to hold it in as their teacher denied them bathroom access. This app is ridiculous and should not be in use!!!
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The Case of the Crimson Raven
Rain whispered against the windows of the Armed Detective Agency.
It was the sort of rain that made Yokohama look like a city painted in charcoal, gray streets, blurred lights, and shadows stretching beneath every streetlamp.
Ranpo Edogawa sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the table.
He was eating candy.
He was also bored.
This was, in his opinion, a criminal offense.
"There's nothing to do," Ranpo complained.
Kunikida looked up from his notebook.
"You solved three cases this morning."
"Exactly. And now there's nothing."
"You could read."
"I already know everything in the books."
"You could help with paperwork."
Ranpo stared at him.
Kunikida stared back.
"...I'd rather die."
Before Kunikida could respond, the Agency's door opened.
A tall man stepped inside, soaked from the rain.
His black coat hung heavily from his shoulders, and his dark hair was dripping onto the floor.
Beside him was a familiar black-and-white raccoon.
Ranpo's eyes immediately narrowed.
"Oh."
Kunikida sighed.
"No."
Poe adjusted his posture.
"Good afternoon."
"No," Kunikida repeated.
Poe blinked.
"I haven't even said anything."
"You brought trouble."
Poe looked offended.
Karl squeaked.
Ranpo sat up.
"What's the case?"
Poe hesitated.
Then he pulled a crimson envelope from inside his coat.
"There have been five murders."
The room became quiet.
Ranpo's boredom vanished instantly.
Poe placed the envelope on the table.
"Each victim was found with a red feather beneath their tongue."
Ranpo reached for it.
Poe caught his wrist.
Ranpo looked at him.
Poe immediately let go.
"...Sorry."
Ranpo smirked.
"You've gotten nervous around me."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I haven't."
"You definitely have."
Poe's face reddened.
Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Can we focus?"
Ranpo opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
A dead man lying in an alley.
His throat had been cut.
A crimson feather rested between his lips.
Ranpo studied the photograph for three seconds.
Then he smiled.
"I know who did it."
Poe froze.
"You haven't read the letter."
"I don't need to."
"You don't even know the circumstances."
"I don't need those either."
Poe stared at him.
Ranpo waved the photograph.
"The feather isn't from a bird."
Poe's eyes widened.
"It's dyed."
"Correct."
"And the dye has traces of—"
"Rosewater and iron."
Poe stared.
Ranpo grinned.
"See? Easy."
Poe's expression changed.
It was subtle, but Ranpo noticed.
The admiration.
The frustration.
The unmistakable fascination.
Ranpo leaned closer.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I am not."
"You are."
Poe turned away.
Karl covered his face with his paws.
Ranpo laughed.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Poe nearly dropped the photograph.
Kunikida's pencil snapped.
The murders led them into an abandoned theater on the outskirts of Yokohama.
The theater had been closed for twelve years.
Its sign hung crookedly above the entrance.
THE RAVEN'S NEST.
Ranpo stared at it.
"How theatrical."
Poe swallowed.
"I don't like this."
Ranpo glanced at him.
"You're a mystery novelist."
"That doesn't mean I enjoy being murdered."
"I thought you liked dark things."
"I like writing about them."
"Same thing."
"It is absolutely not the same thing."
Ranpo opened the door.
The theater smelled of dust, old wood, and something metallic.
Blood.
Poe's expression tightened.
"Ranpo."
"I know."
They stepped inside.
The auditorium was enormous.
Rows of seats disappeared into darkness.
On the stage stood a single chair.
And sitting in it—
Was the killer.
A woman in a white mask.
She slowly lifted her head.
"Edgar Allan Poe."
Poe froze.
Ranpo looked at him.
"You're famous."
"Not the time."
The woman laughed.
"You came exactly as expected."
Ranpo's eyes sharpened.
"You invited us."
She tilted her head.
"No."
Ranpo smiled.
"You did."
The woman stood.
"You think you're clever."
"No."
Ranpo adjusted his glasses.
"I know I'm clever."
Poe sighed.
"There's the arrogance."
"You love it."
Poe's face turned bright red.
The woman suddenly threw something.
Poe pushed Ranpo aside.
A blade flew past them and struck the wall.
"Are you hurt?"
Ranpo stared at him.
Poe was standing between him and the attacker.
His hands were trembling.
Ranpo's expression softened.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I was protecting you."
"I don't need protecting."
"I know."
Poe looked directly into his eyes.
"But I wanted to."
For once, Ranpo didn't have a clever response.
The woman attacked again.
This time, Ranpo moved.
Three steps.
A turn.
A duck beneath the blade.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Game over."
Her eyes widened.
Ranpo smiled.
"The feathers. The theater. The victims."
He twisted her wrist and knocked the knife away.
"You weren't killing people randomly."
Poe watched silently.
"You were recreating a story."
Ranpo continued.
"Specifically Poe's 'The Raven.'"
The woman froze.
"The victims were people connected to the original manuscript."
Poe's eyes widened.
"But..."
Ranpo pointed toward the stage.
"The chair."
Then the curtains.
Then the ceiling.
"The blood."
Finally, he pointed at the woman.
"And you."
Her mask cracked.
Ranpo smiled.
"You're not the murderer."
Poe blinked.
"What?"
Ranpo turned.
"You're the final victim."
The lights suddenly went out.
A gunshot echoed through the theater.
"RANPO!"
Poe lunged forward.
Something struck him.
He fell.
"POE!"
Ranpo ran toward him.
A shadow moved behind the curtains.
Ranpo's expression became cold.
Very cold.
"You made one mistake."
The figure stopped.
"You assumed Poe was the important piece."
Ranpo stood over Poe.
"You should've known better."
He smiled.
"I'm the
It was the sort of rain that made Yokohama look like a city painted in charcoal, gray streets, blurred lights, and shadows stretching beneath every streetlamp.
Ranpo Edogawa sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the table.
He was eating candy.
He was also bored.
This was, in his opinion, a criminal offense.
"There's nothing to do," Ranpo complained.
Kunikida looked up from his notebook.
"You solved three cases this morning."
"Exactly. And now there's nothing."
"You could read."
"I already know everything in the books."
"You could help with paperwork."
Ranpo stared at him.
Kunikida stared back.
"...I'd rather die."
Before Kunikida could respond, the Agency's door opened.
A tall man stepped inside, soaked from the rain.
His black coat hung heavily from his shoulders, and his dark hair was dripping onto the floor.
Beside him was a familiar black-and-white raccoon.
Ranpo's eyes immediately narrowed.
"Oh."
Kunikida sighed.
"No."
Poe adjusted his posture.
"Good afternoon."
"No," Kunikida repeated.
Poe blinked.
"I haven't even said anything."
"You brought trouble."
Poe looked offended.
Karl squeaked.
Ranpo sat up.
"What's the case?"
Poe hesitated.
Then he pulled a crimson envelope from inside his coat.
"There have been five murders."
The room became quiet.
Ranpo's boredom vanished instantly.
Poe placed the envelope on the table.
"Each victim was found with a red feather beneath their tongue."
Ranpo reached for it.
Poe caught his wrist.
Ranpo looked at him.
Poe immediately let go.
"...Sorry."
Ranpo smirked.
"You've gotten nervous around me."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I haven't."
"You definitely have."
Poe's face reddened.
Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Can we focus?"
Ranpo opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
A dead man lying in an alley.
His throat had been cut.
A crimson feather rested between his lips.
Ranpo studied the photograph for three seconds.
Then he smiled.
"I know who did it."
Poe froze.
"You haven't read the letter."
"I don't need to."
"You don't even know the circumstances."
"I don't need those either."
Poe stared at him.
Ranpo waved the photograph.
"The feather isn't from a bird."
Poe's eyes widened.
"It's dyed."
"Correct."
"And the dye has traces of—"
"Rosewater and iron."
Poe stared.
Ranpo grinned.
"See? Easy."
Poe's expression changed.
It was subtle, but Ranpo noticed.
The admiration.
The frustration.
The unmistakable fascination.
Ranpo leaned closer.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I am not."
"You are."
Poe turned away.
Karl covered his face with his paws.
Ranpo laughed.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Poe nearly dropped the photograph.
Kunikida's pencil snapped.
The murders led them into an abandoned theater on the outskirts of Yokohama.
The theater had been closed for twelve years.
Its sign hung crookedly above the entrance.
THE RAVEN'S NEST.
Ranpo stared at it.
"How theatrical."
Poe swallowed.
"I don't like this."
Ranpo glanced at him.
"You're a mystery novelist."
"That doesn't mean I enjoy being murdered."
"I thought you liked dark things."
"I like writing about them."
"Same thing."
"It is absolutely not the same thing."
Ranpo opened the door.
The theater smelled of dust, old wood, and something metallic.
Blood.
Poe's expression tightened.
"Ranpo."
"I know."
They stepped inside.
The auditorium was enormous.
Rows of seats disappeared into darkness.
On the stage stood a single chair.
And sitting in it—
Was the killer.
A woman in a white mask.
She slowly lifted her head.
"Edgar Allan Poe."
Poe froze.
Ranpo looked at him.
"You're famous."
"Not the time."
The woman laughed.
"You came exactly as expected."
Ranpo's eyes sharpened.
"You invited us."
She tilted her head.
"No."
Ranpo smiled.
"You did."
The woman stood.
"You think you're clever."
"No."
Ranpo adjusted his glasses.
"I know I'm clever."
Poe sighed.
"There's the arrogance."
"You love it."
Poe's face turned bright red.
The woman suddenly threw something.
Poe pushed Ranpo aside.
A blade flew past them and struck the wall.
"Are you hurt?"
Ranpo stared at him.
Poe was standing between him and the attacker.
His hands were trembling.
Ranpo's expression softened.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I was protecting you."
"I don't need protecting."
"I know."
Poe looked directly into his eyes.
"But I wanted to."
For once, Ranpo didn't have a clever response.
The woman attacked again.
This time, Ranpo moved.
Three steps.
A turn.
A duck beneath the blade.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Game over."
Her eyes widened.
Ranpo smiled.
"The feathers. The theater. The victims."
He twisted her wrist and knocked the knife away.
"You weren't killing people randomly."
Poe watched silently.
"You were recreating a story."
Ranpo continued.
"Specifically Poe's 'The Raven.'"
The woman froze.
"The victims were people connected to the original manuscript."
Poe's eyes widened.
"But..."
Ranpo pointed toward the stage.
"The chair."
Then the curtains.
Then the ceiling.
"The blood."
Finally, he pointed at the woman.
"And you."
Her mask cracked.
Ranpo smiled.
"You're not the murderer."
Poe blinked.
"What?"
Ranpo turned.
"You're the final victim."
The lights suddenly went out.
A gunshot echoed through the theater.
"RANPO!"
Poe lunged forward.
Something struck him.
He fell.
"POE!"
Ranpo ran toward him.
A shadow moved behind the curtains.
Ranpo's expression became cold.
Very cold.
"You made one mistake."
The figure stopped.
"You assumed Poe was the important piece."
Ranpo stood over Poe.
"You should've known better."
He smiled.
"I'm the
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