Her eyes flickered.

She woke with a jolt. A sudden surge of life was embued within her.

Mahiru opened her eyes. She was confused. A splitting headache was apparent as she clutched her burgundy hair. She had tried to stretch out her body, but to no avail. Her body was trapped within something, similar to a human sized case. All she could see from within her confinement was vivid blue and green lights.

All she could recollect was seeing Fuyuhiko. She could remember a horrifying expression creep up on the Yakuza's face. She pondered as to what was sickening the frail boy, but as she was about to ask him, everything went dark.

The world as she came to know it had went from a bright sun and blue beaches to a dreadful black. Black mixed in with hot pink. What had happened to her? She could recollect her life slipping away from her. Like grains of sand in your hand slipping away, except, a lot more gruesome.

Her scared, shrill voice squeaked, "H-Hello? Is anyone there?" and upon finishing her sentence, the case which confined her shot upon with smoke also leaving from it.

Mahiru curled her upper lip, wondering what was going. Had the boys played a prank on her and decide to her in the beach warehouse? She had became irritated, furrowing her brow.

She sat upright, staring at the room. Upon closer inspection, she realised that the room she was currently in and the beach warehouse bore no similiarities. Her irritable expression turned to one of horror as she began exploring the dimly lit room.

There was fifteen human confinement cases, with transparent glass so you could see the faces of those confined within them. The first face she saw was a matured face that looked to be in a sweet, peaceful slumber.

Hiyoko Saionji, the Ultimate Dancer, was lying before her. But she was different. Her kimono wasn't the usual bright orange kimono she had usually donned. It was a calm pink and flowery. Then Mahiru realised. Her facial features were much more developed, as if she had gone through puberty overnight. She didn't have her iconic puffy, childlike face that Mahiru remembered.

What was going on? How long had Mahiru been asleep for? She could barely recognise Hiyoko; she was different beyond belief. She looked so elegant and so graceful in her deep slumber. Mahiru only wondered as to why she was now sleeping within a confinement case.

Mahiru banged on the glass, yelling at the top of her lungs. "Hiyoko?! Hiyoko?! Wake up! Where are we? Hiyoko!" and she kept banging on the glass, but not a hint of her awakening from her slumber was apparent. Koizumi felt grim, her body weak.

She feared the worst. Mahiru couldn't open her case. Had Hiyoko passed on? There was no way. She looked at her calm, resting face. There was surely no way such an innocent looking young woman could, surely, now be lying as a corpse within this case. This was all so surreal to take in.

Mahiru eventually gave up her hopes in waking Hiyoko up. A single tear ran down her face as she cried meekly, "Hiyoko..."

Mahiru continued venturing around the room. Some cases were empty and void, but as she continued examining the continents within these cases, she could identify every single face.

Byakuya Togami.

Teruteru Hanamura.

Peko Pekoyama.

Hiyoko Saionji.

Ibuki Mioda.

Mikan Tsumiki.

Nekomaru Nidai.

Gundam Tanaka.

And finally, Nagito Komaeda. But something was wrong. There were five cases that were empty. If these people were her classmates, where was her six remaining classmates? She knew the faces that were missing.

Hajime Hinata.

Chiaki Nanami.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu.

Sonia Nevermind.

Souda Kazuichi.

Akane Owari.

She couldn't speculate as to why those six were missing and there was one case short of her entire class. Fear wriggled within her. All of the classmates that remained smiled serenely in their deep sleep.

After her previous attempts to wake Hiyoko up, the efforts to wake up the remaining classmates seemed fruitless to Mahiru. She was confused. She had never felt so hopeless in her entire life.

[IN PROGRESS: LAST EDITED 11/10/2016 02/16]