THE TATTOO
CHAPTER 12
FLASHBACK
Uju had always been an ambitious girl. Getting admitted to study Law at Enugu State University was one of the proudest moments of her life. Her parents had beamed with pride, her father burstingto his friends of how brillianthis daughter is. They spared no expense to ensure she was comfortable, securing a space for her in the school hostel rather than allowing her to stay off-campus like some of her classmates.
She adjusted well to university life, quickly making friends who shared her dedication to academics.
The upcoming quiz in Constitutional Law was important, and she and her friends had agreed to go for a night class to prepare.
That evening, they settled into one of the classrooms, their books and jotters spread across the desks as they read in silence. Occasionally, one of them would break the quiet with a question, and they would discuss, helping each other understand difficult concepts.
As the night deepened, the classroom grew quieter as students began leaving in groups. By 2 a.m., Uju's friends nudged her, saying it was time to go.
“Let’s go together,” Amaka, one of her closest friends, whispered. “It’s late already.”
Uju barely looked up from her notes. “You girls go ahead. I want to finish this last topic. I’ll join you later.”
Amaka sighed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’ll be fine.”
Her friends hesitated for a moment but eventually gathered their books and left. Now alone, Uju enjoyed the silence, free from distractions. She read for another hour, then stretched and checked the time on her phone. It was almost 3 a.m.
Satisfied with her study session, she packed up her books and stepped out of the building. A cold breeze swept through the deserted school compound. The streetlights flickered weakly, casting long, eerie shadows. The hostel was not too far, but the path leading to it felt unnervingly silent.
Still, she wasn’t afraid. She had walked this route before.
She hugged her books to her chest and quickened her steps.
On the Other Side of Campus...
A group of five young men staggered through a narrow footpath, their laughter ringing through the night. They reeked of alcohol, their voices slurred from the drinks they had consumed.
"Oboy, you don try! You don enter correct family," one of them shouted, throwing an arm around the shoulders of a younger boy.
The boy, the newest member of their cult, smiled nervously. He had been eager to prove himself, desperate for acceptance into the notorious gang. The initiation had been brutal, but now he was one of them.
“You must do one last thing,” another member said. His voice was sharp, his eyes glinting with something dark.
The boy frowned. “Wetin?”
The leader stopped walking, pointing ahead. A lone figure was approaching—a girl, walking briskly towards the hostel.
“She be your final test,” the leader whispered.
The others chuckled, nudging him. “Show say you be man.”
The new member hesitated, his fingers twitching. “But—”
“No but! You wan belong or not?”
The boy swallowed hard. Then he nodded as he made his way towards the lone girl...
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