CH. 2 The Brown Diary
'Great. Just great.' Yukari thought to herself while walking around the corroded village. 'Kenji couldn't wander into a fun colorful carnival! NO! That would be ridiculous! He had to wander into a dark, creepy, old abandoned village!' *Sigh* 'Of coarse this would happen to me.' She felt her whole body shake as she wandered through the village searching for her brother. 'I really hoped that it wouldn't actually come to searching inside these buildings'. She slowly trudged up to the nearest building and reached for the doorknob with a trembling hand. The door creaked loudly as the rusted hinges were forced to move. 'WELL THAT WAS'NT LOUD!!!' She cringed. "KENJI?!" She managed to yell through the settling dust. Walking into the old living room from the hallway she felt a sense of heavy gloom. She scanned the room for any sign that Kenji might have been through there until she happened upon a brown diary. She blew off the dust and read the passage inside. 'The time of the ritual is almost upon us. The child has already been chosen. I should prepare my gown for the day of solstice.' "Ritual?" 'What was that?' She quickly spun around to see what she had heard. A vase had fallen and broke. 'How did…Never mind. It was just the wind! Yeah…' She tried to calm herself, but to no avail. With the stainless of the air it was obviously not wind. The air was dead just like the feeling of the whole village. She continued down many hallways until reaching the second to last room. 'Well it seems he's not on the first floor…' As She stood in the Kimono Room going through some drawers she encountered another brown diary. 'Something seems different about the child. I hope this does not affect the ritual. If the ritual were to fail…' It ended very abruptly. She looked at the brief passage with confusion then turned her attention back to the drawer. "Medicine?" 'It might come in handy later…Why not?' She took the medicine and put it in her bag. "Hello?" She gasped. 'Why do I keep getting the creepy feeling that some ones watching me!' She laughed quietly to herself. 'Yeah, maybe it's that degenerate psycho killer who waits for unsuspecting teen girls to walk into old abandoned buildings! Right, or maybe it's a ghost haunting this place because of their gruesome death. Like that'll ever happen.' A shadow wisped by in the hallway only visible through the decaying wall. "Kenji?!" She ran out of the room and down the hallway until she finally reached the last room on the first floor, the Staircase Corridor. "Wait-" "Dead end…" There was broken furniture that had fallen and destroyed the staircase and most of the floor along with it. She turned around to leave and saw yet another brown diary. She picked it up and started to read. 'I tried to escape while I had time, but when I reached the bottom of the stairs something fell and severed my legs. I don't have much more time… My legs. The pain.' "What the hell happened here!" She said terrified.
"My legs!"
"WHAT THE-"
