The room was cold and smelt of blood as she lay strapped down to a hard wooden table awaiting the horrors to come. Her muscles ached from struggling against the manacles that held her in place, as did her head - the chain keeping her blindfold from slipping seemed to tighten as tears welled in the child's eyes. Harsh footsteps echoed all around sending the young girls body into yet another fit, fighting the restraints that mercilessly bound her to that wretched table until she realised that the footsteps were beginning to fade. The child's body relaxed as a warm hand gently caressed her face; a gesture that had always brought her comfort. "Michiyo?" whispered a familiar voice.

Haruka?

"Michiyo" he breathed again. "What have they done to you?" She felt the warmth on the cheek move away, followed by the sound of latches clicking as the chains around her head began the come loose. Then another sound came echoing through the walls: the footsteps, but much louder this time.

Haruka, run away Haruka.

There was a loud clashing sound as the chains fell to the ground and the blindfold that had taken her sight was gently removed to reveal the calming image of the one she called friend. Haruka. But what came next she wished she'd not been able to witness. The footsteps had come to a halt as Haruka's warm smile faded, blood beginning to pool in his mouth and spill over his lips; his eyes grew pale, a look of terror frozen within them.

Haruka.

Her screams were caught in her throat as the older boy's body fell to the ground to reveal the menacing silhouette of the one who held her here, a knife in his hand and a fire in his eyes.

Haruka.

Still unable to move her body, she could hear her beloved friend as he began to choke on his own blood. Again she tried to cry out but no sound came, only warm, silent tears sliding down her face while the haunting figure moved towards the place where the boy lay dying. The figure raised the knife he held with a smile on his lips.

Haruka!

The boy's dying screams hung in the air as she tried once more to release the broken sobs in her throat.

Haruka... Haruka!

"HARUKA!" Michiyo cried as her body jolted itself into an upright sitting position, tears stinging her eyes. She quickly realised her blindfold was missing and her clothes had been replaced with a light cotton shirt and pyjama pants. Where am I? A wave of moonlight flooded through an open window to reveal her surroundings: she was in a hospital.