Warning! Drabble-ish End!
"I should… not play. I mean… Didn't Usaji warn me to not play the piano?"
Miyaki sat on the stool, awaiting her friends. The more the time passed, the more she wanted to play. Therefore, she stood up and walked away from the huge instrument, sitting on the farthest chair.
"Ugh… It's long…" she whined, looking through the open door, wanting them to appear.
Seconds passed. Then it was minutes. After thirty minutes, she finally heard footstep. She hurried to the door, looking toward where the sound came from.
"You know, if we would had been psychopathic killers, you would have died." stated Usaji entering the room. Miyaki pouted.
"Are you alright?" asked Takeshi.
"Yeah… Did you find something?" she wondered, hope piercing through her voice.
"No." plainly answered Usaji, sitting on a chair.
The little piece of hope that was still inhabiting her seconds ago vanished under this revelation.
Were their friends all dead…?
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GOOD END