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There will be Another pov in this chapter but don't worry I will clearly mark it, just wanted to give a heads up

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-start of chapter-

Suddenly small rotten splinters of wood shot up into my line of site. My feet were no longer feeling the foul wooden planks underneath them, instead pockets of air filled the space. I was confused one-minute Takigawa was on the same level as me and the next there was a stone wall inches in front of my face. My eyes couldn't keep up with the cracks in the stone as they flew past at a devastating speed. Gravity is after all a fickle thing. That was when realization hit me like a freight train, I was falling and not even the pockets of air could slow my descent. Do you know that saying 'Your life flashes before your eyes' well that's true, images of my past mistakes and moments of victory rushed through my mind at lightning speed. Such a short life spent worrying about what others think but also filled with hope and belief in the Lord. Terror filled my mind as I tried to brace myself for the inevitable impact of the cold hard ground.

Abruptly the wall disappeared revealing a large room. I couldn't focus on any details in the nearly pitch-black room as my body tilted forward revealing a stone table, my landing spot. I curled into a ball, with my knees up at my chest and my arms protecting my head to try and survive the impact with minimal damage. Unfortunately, my trajectory wasn't as simple as I thought. My left shin hit the corner of the stone table with an unrelenting force, Pain erupted through my entire nerves system. My hands immediately shot to my shin.

Bad idea.

I was still falling and with nothing to protect my head, it bounced off the concrete floor with a sickening thud. The world spun as my consciousness faded to darkness. However, before I passed out, I could swear I vaguely heard someone calling my name…

-Takigawa's (Monks) POV-

All I could do was watch in horror as John fell through the floor, his face morphed into confusion, his ocean blue eyes bore into mine searching for an answer as he did so and all I could do was watch helplessly as he disappeared down into the abyss. My feet were frozen to this one spot, adrenaline took over my body in an instant. My heart thumped against my chest, threatening to burst and my sweat glands went into overdrive, to say I was worried was an understatement. My natural responses were still in turmoil from the 'Satanic find' only moments ago as I moved slowly towards the gaping hole discarding my flashlight somewhere along the way. As I peered down into the jagged shaped hole I could see the faint flicker of candle light along with moving shadows however, there was no sign of John.

"John!...John!" I screeched, the sound echoed off the stone walls, reverberating as it went. Suddenly the shadows shot off in different directions as to not be seen. I was stuck on what to do when something caught my eye, at the edge of a stone table lay what looked to be like a bloodied trainer attached to some lone black robe of sort. Around the trainer was a blood pool that was growing bigger, blood was pouring out in tidal waves. 'oh no, oh no what if he is dead?' My thoughts albeit un-organized had a point with that amount of blood and that size of fall… No, I am not a pessimist I am an optimist. It was like someone had switched a flip in my brain leading to my common sense 'The others' their faces resonated in my brain, I didn't want to leave John down there with what looked to be other people but I could see no other choice. I turned on my heel and sprinted to the doors praying that I could get John help in time. What I failed to notice was a little girl's shadow being projected onto the wall where the flashlight was shining and the red eyes that followed my movements from the shadows…