When the group finally into the room, they noticed that they didn't before. In the low light of the torches, they saw that the room was bigger than they originally saw. In the corner of the room, they saw another door that lead to who-knows-where. Yet there was no-one in the room. The man started to lead them to the door in the corner. He stopped right in front of it and turned to the men guarding the group. He nodded to the men. The next thing they knew, blackness enveloped them.
(Time skip)
The darkness was lifting. As everyone was waking up and clearing their heads, they noticed that they were chained to the wall. Their hands were held above their heads. As everyone was looking around, with the small light the window and candle gave off, none of them seemed to notice the figure, chained up just like them, on the opposite wall, covered by the shadows of the candle.
"Is everyone ok?" Oishi asked, looking at everyone the best he could. He got a few "hai's and I'm fine's" as the answer. Fuji, who had his eyes open, looked over to Tezuka, who was on his right.
"Where do you think we are, Tezuka?" he asked.
"I don't know, Fuji. It seems like the room is similar to the one we were just in before they knocked us out." Tezuka replied, looking around the room once again. Again he missed the figure almost hidden in the shadows of one of the torches.
He looked at everyone the best he could. The freshmen looked pretty shook up. Their faces had dirt on it, but so did everyone else's. The girls looked as if they were about to burst out crying. They already had dried tear marks from earlier. They boys didn't look any better, but were trying to look tough. The rest of the regulars looked a little better than the freshmen. They all looked sad, but held it together for everyone else.
"Yes, the room does look similar. It could be the same one but I don't think so. You see the door over there is in a different place and there is only one door in the room. The other had two. And there seems to be a window and only one torch for light. Plus I think this room is smaller than the other." Fuji answered Tezuka.
"Nya~ Fujiko's right." Eiji exclaimed.
"So where are we then?" Momo asked
"That's the problem, Momo. We don't know." Fuji answered. Everyone else looked even more down after he said that. It was silent for a few minutes, until the heard a movement in the room. Everyone started to look around trying to find the source of the noise.
That's when Sakuno gasped. Everyone looked at her, but she didn't turn to look at them. Instead she was looking straight in front of her, right at the wall. Everyone looked over to where she was looking, and gasped.
There was Ryoma, chained up against the wall. He was half out in the light and half in the shadows. His head was down, hair covering his face. His body had small and large cuts, which looked like they were from a whip, and bruises. But the worst thing was a large gash on his right arm, going all the way from his elbow to his shoulder. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but it had a lot of dried blood covering it.
There was blood all the way down his side, covering his white shirt in red. There was a puddle of dark crimson blood below him. Everyone was too shocked to speak. Nobody had thought that when they found him, he would be like this.
After a while, they slowly came out of their shock. To everyone's relief, he was still breathing. His breathing was somewhat shaky but not uneven. He was still alive. For now.
