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Episode 3
OP Song:
Corpse Party - Shangri-La - Romaji and English Lyrics
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Corpse Party: Blood Covered OST - Chapter 1's Main Theme (Extended)
The TARDIS doors would slightly open, revealing Kyon who was taking the point from the front. He has two of his special revolvers from his holsters which were located on his brown belt.
Normally speaking, the Doctor doesn't like guns. And it cannot be emphasized enough and yet at the same time is not really that exaggerated. The Doctor in particular cares little for such a thing as it's practically a given in any situation involving him dealing with eldritch abominations and other nasties that are immune to bullets, lasers, and other projectiles which frankly made the subject quite moot.
Kyon however would be deemed as an exception to the rule due to his sacred duty as a Gunslinger. Plus the fact that Kyon would only use his revolvers if he have to as it was blessed along with his dignity.
He looks around the place, seeing the coast clear, although taking note of the fog that was covering most of the area. He heads outside and was followed by four other young men who were looking around just as he was.
Touma Kamijou, looking around the place, was silent.
No, more than silent.
Something was stirring within him in a sort of good-bad combination. It was something that could be classified as a sort of déjà vu-like experience that made him subtly alarmed. For he has the unique ability called Reading Steiner that allows him to sift through and read the worldlines of any world so to speak. He wasn't omnipotent by any means nor does this ability allow him to peak into his own personal future as it seems to be a forbidden trait that could have dire consequences if unnaturally pushed, ergo it was more of a handicap than anything.
Still, the ability was rather useful. That and along with his right hand—Imagine Breaker—that is more than capable of defending himself from most types of the supernatural.
Static seems to fill his mind like a radio trying to get a signal. His face was twitching slightly as he felt the heaviness of the darkness that was permeating the area.
This place was not normal.
Not even close.
"Alright then," the Doctor comes out last as he begins to scan the area with his screwdriver that he grabs from his pocket. It was a unique model that had a very mechanical and complicated-looking, TARDIS blue, metal handle with multiple emitters, once again resembling the inner structure of the time rotor itself. The emitter was once again blue in colour, and the ring of emitters could all light up in a circling motion when activated. A whirling buzzing sound was heard from the screwdriver, aiming it both high and low in order to do a simple scan and check on the readings. "Whatever this place is, this felt like not just one but more than a bunch of dimensions crashing down on top of each other and forming a sort of origami-like state and continues to further expand its borders."
"So kinda like Dormammu's Dark Dimension in a way?" Kyon asked.
"Well, sort of, except..." the Doctor seem to grimace at the thought of describing this particular mixture of dimensions that was becoming more like a multidimensional nexus that connects to different planes of reality. He would put his sonic screwdriver back in his pocket and continue his explanation. "...This place feels more akin to a nexus plane if anything, a bridge between worlds if you will, if only a more dangerous and not heavily recommended one. In any case, I think it's best that we all stick close together and try not to separate as I fear that these dimensions seem to be a bit unstable."
"Wasn't really planning on separating, Doctor," Sota Mizushino glances around the fog, narrowing his amber-brown eyes that were showing a hint of magenta colors. "This place is honestly giving me the shivers."
"Well then, we should probably try to head inside for now," Conan Edogawa looks at the dilapidated entrance to the school being the only place of entry. "Although I feel like walking through the front door seems like a terrible idea."
"Well we're all about terrible ideas at this point so it's moot to even try to ponder the matter since the TARDIS is stuck here and doesn't have enough power for take-off due to shielding everyone with that spatio-temporal quake that we've just experienced. Until then, shall we everyone?" Lelouch vi Britannia gestured his head, smiling, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Of course, you would have to take the lead, Your Majesty," Kyon rolled his eyes out as he begins to walk as well.
"If the king doesn't move, then his subjects won't follow," Lelouch explained with a humorous smile.
"I'm not your subject, Lelouch," Kyon said in annoyance.
"Now, now, everyone," Sota raised his hands in order to break the argument further. "Let's just get a move on, shall we?"
Most of them would begin to walk towards the entrance except for Kamijou who kept staring at the place in silence. The one who was the closest to him from the front, Conan Edogawa, noticed him as he has yet to walk forward, still observing his misty surroundings.
Concerned, he asked. "Touma-san, are you alright?"
When he asked that question, all of those in the front would stop as they turn around towards Kamijou, showing concern as well as Conan.
"...Yeah, I'm alright," Kamijou muttered softly but clearly, but there was the hint of seriousness that came with it which was noticed by everyone. He would walk alongside the Doctor and company as they made their way towards the school.
They were scouring around the place in silence. No need for them to talk as they were deep into enemy territory.
Kamijou had been even more silent, looking around the place that was both unfamiliar and yet, strangely enough, felt quite familiar for him.
He was in his native territory. A territory of utter misfortune. The worst kind.
They've been passing through the hallways and jumping through the ruined floorboards that were in danger of collapsing. The entire area was just dark, not just because of the lack of electrical lighting, but because of the eerieness throughout their trek in the unknown woods.
They noticed a bunch of classrooms and other rooms throughout the area, all of them abandoned, some in fact were even closed off as he saw Sota or Lelouch try to open them, only for it to fail as they seem to be either tightly shut or they seem to be fake which is the odd thing that they all noticed. Then, of course, they spotted...
"Ah?" Sota looks at the littered shoes on the floor. "Guys, look at this."
"Hmm. Student shoes. Probably elementary based on the size and the given similarities to my shoes," Conan said, his eyes narrowed as he kneels down and inspects the shoes.
"So this place is an old rundown elementary school, but the question now would be as to what name did this school had gone by?" Lelouch put his hand to his chin, thinking.
"Everyone, you might want to look at this," the Doctor indicated towards the flyer that was seen from the wall. It looked all worn out but the kanji letters seem to remain edible for reading.
Upon closer inspection, Lelouch would read. "Heavenly Host Elementary School. Well, that at least confirms that this is an elementary school building."
"...Wait," Conan narrowed his eyes, paying close attention to the words 'Heavenly Host' as if they were something buried from the back of his mind. "Heavenly Host, when have I heard this name before?"
"You've heard of the name before, Conan-kun?" Sota asked, addressing Conan by his alias and not by his real name for the sake of keeping his friend's identity a secret and in case other people might hear of it accidentally.
"Kind of and I recall browsing the name back when I was reviewing the old case files that my otou-san would gather throughout the world and several universes in his spare time. From what I can definitely recall, Heavenly Host Elementary School is a school that had been inaugurated in the city of Tenjin on April 1st, 1952, considered to be the pride and prestige of the city. Primary school students had previously been commuting to neighboring towns for class and thus is what made the school quite desirable as it allowed for easy travel and not having to go too far away."
"But? I hear a but coming and I'd bet that it isn't gonna be pretty," Kyon raised an eyebrow.
"No, it isn't," Conan shakes his head. "As it turns out, a serial killing had taken place. First came the disappearances of at least four children, three of whom ended up dead through very gruesome means while the other survived thankfully enough, or at least that's what one would normally say were it not for the sudden timing of this manner."
"What do you mean?" Lelouch asked.
"The one who is supposedly behind the incident, Yanagihori Yoshikazu, a teacher of Heavenly Host and the son of the school principal of said school, was a man who is once known for his jovial and good behavior. The sudden personality and mentality shift seems a little too abrupt for my liking when I recall measuring the dates back then. It's almost like..." at that point, Conan would stop himself from speaking further as another one would take its place.
"Like it was set up," Kamijou said, his tone becoming serious, especially when the term 'Heavenly Host' came to his mind, a disturbing flood of static would seemingly come to his mind.
"Right," Conan nodded. "But it wasn't quite obvious. Technology may not have existed as it was back then, but I can still make out a few disturbing patterns if I were to look at it closely in a psychoanalytical manner. Whatever happened with him seems oddly ill-timed. It's like something of a subtle influence that seems to make him act to the point of instability little by little. When the trial for him came, there was a psychological report that he seemed to be afraid of something."
"Afraid? Afraid of what exactly?" Sota asked, taking note of the term 'afraid'.
"Nobody really knows. People would just chalk it up to insanity as it was pleaded in court to be so and is mandated to stay in a mental institution which is known to be the Tokyo Metropolitan Matsuzawa Hospital, at least, that was intended to be the case, but the man committed suicide on the basement of Heavenly Host."
"..."
The four companions would show a more serious side when it came to the subject of 'suicide'. It wasn't really a topic for them to laugh at based on the implications behind it in more than a dozen varieties or so.
"And so, what happened exactly to the school afterward?" Lelouch asked, his violet eyes narrowed.
"It got closed down and set to demolish on November 18th, 1975. On November 19th, 1975, the principal of the school committed suicide not long after," Conan explained.
"Another suicide? Ok, that can't just be a coincidence," Kyon narrowed skeptically.
"On that, we can agree, Kyon-san," Conan said positively while continuing onwards to the discussion. "In any case, whatever left of Heavenly Host had died along with the principal. The legacy of the school is no doubt told as some form of boogeyman type of story for educators and teachers of every sort even as Kisaragi Academy replaces Heavenly Host, with its building standing on the same ground as the latter, on April 1st, 1978."
"You know, this is the second time that I've noticed that the dates between Heavenly Host and Kisaragi Academy would seem to match. That also can't just be a coincidence either, no matter how mind-boggling it is as the same significant date can't just be pushed to such an unaccountable probability beyond any sense of rationality," Lelouch noted.
"Then again, April 1st is known for a lot of things, really," Sota said with an exasperated smile, still recalling the time with the Black Star Heist during the beginning of the first day of April. "After all, remember that time with the Black Star Heist? That was quite wild wouldn't you all say."
"Ah yes, my battle of wits against Kaitou KID all while trying to make sure that the politicians would stay alive," Conan smirked in amusement. "Yeah, I remember that all too well."
"Hmmmm." all of the four companions laugh softly except for Kamijou who only smiled as he was still pondering about the subject of Heavenly Host.
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Corpse Party 3DS OST : Ray of Hope
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"?!"
They heard the sound of a scream coming from somewhere nearby. Or was it nearby? The question itself relates to the fact that it was quite near to where they were standing and yet they don't see anyone there. From what they could tell, the scream was female.
The Doctor would suddenly take his screwdriver and make a sudden scan, raising his right arm straight. According to the readings that he would find... "Oh no."
"What is it, Doctor?" Sota asked, concerned.
"Whatever is happening appears to be coming from right here, and yet at the same time, it's not. It's like we and the one who screamed are at the same place but we are in two completely separate dimensions. One place, two separate rooms," the Doctor explained in a hurry, grim-faced and determined.
"Wait, then that means we won't be able to reach whoever is screaming from the other side...Unless?!" Lelouch seem to have gained an epiphany as he would raise his wristwatch. The other four young men seem to get what he was thinking as they would all begin to press one of the buttons of their wristwatches.
"We reverse the polarity!" they all shouted excitedly, with the Doctor smirking as if saying that his old line had suddenly been stolen from him.
They would begin to turn the lid of their wristwatches in a counterclockwise position which would allow for the teleportation coordinates to settle on the exact same frequency as the sound that they had once heard earlier as one of its many functions.
And then, an unstable shift occurs, immediately gaining a crack sound as the occupants of one room would suddenly get transported from the room. Although, it never felt as if they were transported from the room and were still in the exact same room. But there were differences. One was the obvious ruins of the floorboards, almost as if something heavy must have stepped on them. And it seems that the broken wooden floors would be more apparent from the left section.
"Kyaaahhhhhhhhh! Staaaaay awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
"Over there!" Kamijou pointed with his raised right forefinger.
They didn't waste any sense of time and decided to make a run for it. They would jump across the damaged wooden floors in an accurate manner of care as they would sprint toward the source of the scream. They rushed around the corner, only to find...
"...!"
There were two young girls wearing school uniforms who were being chased by something. Actually, how does one describe the thing that they are being chased by?
Its appearance was that of a high school student, wearing a grey type of uniform, chasing after them. However, his body seemingly has decayed, with little to no hair and scratches and bite marks all around him, his attitude and demeanor were replaced by a pure sense of malevolence and madness that was felt by the Doctor and his five companions, some more so than others as their senses could not help but be intrigued, concerned, and disgusted at the apparent miasma.
"The hell!" Kyon's right hand would slightly be placed to his holster just in case in order to bring out his gun in a flash and you see it sort of fashion.
"Ah! H-Help us! Please help us!" one of the girls, the young woman who was older than the other, the former embracing the latter as they were officially cornered to the wall with the twisted predator.
The sudden teleportation based on the technology that was on the wristwatch had allowed Touma Kamijou to appear just right behind the two young women and directly stand in the way of the high school student-turned-monster. His right hand was clenched into a fist as he builds up a proper momentum. Waiting for one second. Two. Three. Four. And finally, five, when the high school student would begin to pounce at them with claws on the ready.
Except...
A shattering of glass was heard...
Touma Kamijou had given a mean right hook towards the cheek of the high school student. And then, something mysterious seems to happen. The high school student would suddenly explode and shatter into a million pieces, bursting with guts and other internal organs spilled onto the floor, flooding Kamijou's entire body with crimson blood. Appendages were seen to sprawl around the broken walls and floors. Remains of the rectum, liver, and other body parts that also sprayed blood.
"...K...Ahahahahah...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The two young girls were traumatized as they saw the crimson blood and the guts spilled from the floor, but Kamijou was not. After all, he was more than used to such things as he had been through a much more brutal set of infinity. Or to be more accurate, it was an eternal hell.
A silence occurred for a few moments with the exception of the traumatized sounds of the two young women who were slowly lying down on the floor as if they couldn't believe that it was finally over.
Kamijou, seeing all of the blood that was on him, would sensitively step away from the two young girls as he would glance at his two best friends, Conan Edogawa and Sota Mizushino, to come to the girl's aid, letting them handle it while he needed to clean up properly first around the corner. Luckily enough, one of the functions of his wristwatch allows him to do just that.
"You alright, Touma-kun?" Lelouch asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, Lelouch-san, don't worry about me," Kamijou reassured while trying to wipe his face with all of the blood from his face and body with the help of a towel that he got from his pocket.
And from the other side of the conversation...
"Are you both alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Conan asked, concerned.
"N-No, we're alright, we're alright," said the young girl with long blue hair and hazel blue eyes, a prussian blue sailor fuku with a white tie, a prussian blue skirt, white socks, and brown shoes. She was surprised at the sudden maturity and tone that what appeared to be a young child estimated to be about six or seven would seem to employ. But nevertheless, she never thought that she is glad to see other people again, six of them to be precise. That honestly had eased her worries ever since this nightmare had first started. She couldn't help but slightly cried as she held onto the other girl.
"(Sigh). Good, that's good," Conan sighed heavily out of a sense of relief, not only because of the young girl's reassurance but also because of the fact that he can see that there was no sign of any wounds or other marks that would deduce that she was really hurt. The same can be said of the other young girl with medium-short brown hair and light blue eyes who was much younger than the other, wearing a different type of school uniform that was wearing a purple smock with a white collar and a small pink bow attached, white knee-high socks and white uwabaki slippers with yellow stripes near the soles.
"It's good that you're both alright. Hello you two, I'm the Doctor and these are my students," the Doctor said with a jovial and understanding tone as he introduced his companions who along with Kamijou who was cleaning himself up were waving their hands at them in order to lighten the atmosphere with a little sense of humor. "Now, what are your names, you two?"
Both girls would look at each other if only for a moment before looking back at the Doctor.
"A-Akaboji Kokuhaku," the young girl with long blue hair and hazel blue eyes introduced herself.
"M-Mochida Yuka," the other young girl with medium-short brown hair and light blue eyes introduced herself.
Conan would blink for a few moments, his eyebrows scrunching in concentration. "Wait, Akaboji? As in the Akaboji Dojo?"
"Y-Yes," Kokuhaku confirmed, surprised for a bit.
"Huh. That's interesting," Conan smiled, speaking in his elementary school student voice. "Now that I actually heard your name, I knew that I recognized you from somewhere, Akaboji onee-chan. You and many others had once competed in the World Kendo Championship. Tell me, ever met a guy named Hattori Heiji?"
"Y-Yes," Kokuhaku nodded excitedly, having seemingly forgotten what had just happened a few moments ago, which brought Conan's attention as he couldn't help but slightly smirk before covering it up, softly thinking that Hattori has too many fan girls, but then again, he can't really talk as he too suffers from such a condition. The others who were listening in couldn't help but smirk as well. "Hattori Heiji-kun is an accomplished swordsman in his own right. He's won the Championship more than a few consecutive times since he was only in middle school. Since then, aside from being known as the Great Detective of the West, he is known as the Samurai of Osaka. I wanted to do my best to live up to such an example which is why I trained as hard as I could in order to try to catch up to him."
"Now that is quite admirable, Akaboji-san," Lelouch smirked, standing right beside Kamijou as he also smirked while finishing cleaning himself up with a towel.
"Speaking of which, what exactly are you two doing in this place? Just what was that thing that we saw earlier?" Kyon asked, being the blunt one among the group.
"I...I don't know," Kokuhaku answered honestly, a sound that was desperate for any hope of escape seemingly creeping up. "I...I don't even know how we even got here exactly...But..." she glances at Yuka who was trembling in a similar fashion. "It had something to do with that charm."
"Charm?" Kyon raised an eyebrow of curiosity.
"The Sachiko Ever After Charm," Kokuhaku explained, which in turn brought Kamijou's attention as his eyes slightly widened as if recognizing the unfamiliar name, and could not help but pay very close attention. "It...It was just one simple night. I and my classmates were just about to go home when one of my classmates decided to do this charm that she found on some website. We thought at the time that it was quite harmless and so we did it."
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Corpse Party Blood Covered OST - Chapter 4 Annex / Sad Theme 2 (Extended)
And then...
Ksssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
"...!"
Kamijou, grimacing at the sudden headache, clenching his teeth, and grunting in pain which seems to have brought the attention of everyone, would suddenly place his right hand on his forehead, as the word 'Sachiko' continue to play like a broken record in his mind. An unnatural echo.
Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko. Sachiko.
"Shi-Shinozaki..."
Ksssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
"...Sa...Sachiko..."
The pain was excruciating. The static was getting worst. It was almost as if he was recalling something he shouldn't have. It was like his own sense of time seem twisted as if two variations of his life were being played out in full like a cinema but realistic and felt throughout his five senses. He couldn't hear anything else. No, not even when his fellow companions would try to ask him what was the matter with him. He couldn't hear them but he could still see them. And he could see the Doctor, seeing that strange grim understanding expression on his face, almost as if he immediately figured out what was wrong with him.
There was...
He was recalling something...
He'd...He'd been here before...
He'd been to Heavenly Host...
No wonder it felt extremely familiar.
But...
How...?
"Oniichan."
"...!"
After that, he'd turn to the right and would spot someone.
It was a girl in red. And she was smiling.
His eyes widened as he seem to recognize her as he clenches the bloody towel in his hands.
But why? Why was she so familiar to someone like him? When did he meet her? How did he meet her? Why did he meet her? And why does this pain remind him of the Infinite Hells of long ago?
He can tell that the others who were calling out to him were turning their heads toward the girl dyed in red, having heard the innocent sound from nearby. She was there, only she was somewhere a few meters apart between herself and Kamijou. The broken wooden floor seemingly forms a symbolic kind of separation. There was a scream that he had heard, probably from Yuka as she seem to recognize the girl in red, embracing Kokuhaku in terror.
He felt something.
It was malevolent but there was the sense of longing that he could feel from this vengeful specter that seems to be looking at him with a smile that promises both happiness and pain.
"It's been a very long time, Kamijou Touma-oniichan. A very long time."
She would say with that innocent-like smile that would send a wave of sadness and a shiver that made him want to utter 'What have you become?' almost as if he knew her. But from where and when? And the question itself seems to direct himself to recall the dreaded Test that the Witch of Theatergoing had him undergone too.
How long had it been he wondered?
How long had he been trapped in that eternal hell?
It wasn't a hundred. It wasn't a thousand. It wasn't tens of thousands. It wasn't even more than a thousand. No, it lasted into an eternity of infinite sets, having gone through test after test that would want to weary him down bit by bit, chopping off every bit of sanity and determination that he had left, both physically and metaphysically. Since that 'time' that he could recall, there were a lot of things that had happened to him, suffering through all manner of physical and metaphysical sufferings. And this girl dyed in red seems to be calling him back towards that eternal hell.
There was the sense of longing that the girl in red had felt for him. The darkness that seem to be present in her would rescind if only for a bit as some kind of ray of hope was still there that appeared to be separated from her very being.
"Why?" the girl dyed in red muttered softly with a smile. "Why now? Why come back now?"
No one could answer, not even the four companions who were watching this special kind of conversation unfold. There was only Touma Kamijou and this girl dyed in red. And the former was looking at the latter as if he were looking at someone that he knew a long time ago.
The girl that he had failed to save.
He trembled. He stared, his eyes widening as he sees the little girl that he knew long ago when he was still undergoing his own trials.
"Why? Why did you leave me?" the smile of the girl trembled a bit. There was a mixture of sadness and hatred. A striking sense of failure seems to be felt by Kamijou as if he were struck by actual lightning. "I've waited for you for so very long. Did you know how much I waited for you? You said that you would come back. You said that you and I would get to play with each other forever, let me see the stars just as you have. Why? Why did you leave me all alone? Where were you when I needed you?"
It was a girl from his very own past – the girl that he only recalled just now as his memories of her had faded with the passing of the ages when he was still undergoing a divine test from a cruel and pragmatic Witch.
Why?
Why did he forget her?
The memories would come back to him, slamming him like the burst of a dam. Little by little, he'd recall the time he spent with this girl when she was still living and breathing, vibrating with life to the fullest.
But now...?
"What...What happened to you...?"
Kamijou asked. But it was soft and full of despair as he saw the little girl that he once knew become something that seems to be the total opposite of how he had first met her.
The smile of the girl however disappeared, replaced by a frown, almost perplexed at the question.
"I am what you made me, oniichan," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I am the girl that you had abandoned to the wayside and simply went your merry way."
"NO!" Kamijou roared in defiance, the sense of honesty, genuineness, and conviction never leaving his voice. "I didn't abandon you!"
"Then where were you?" the girl asked. "Where were you when I needed you?"
"...I," Kamijou tried to answer, giving an expression of hesitation. "I was...wandering from world to world...I...Somewhere along the way, without my knowing it, I..."
"You forgot," the girl dyed in red simply said as if understanding the conflict from within him in her own way. "You forgot about me."
"...I...I don't know..." Kamijou tried to make sense of what has and is currently happening to him. "All I know is that by the time that I reached more than a hundred worlds, there was that lost sense of time, that feeling that I seem to be forgetting something. I...I never thought that it had to be you..."
"Well now that you're here though, oniichan," the girl dyed in red simply smiled. "Don't worry though, I've already forgiven you since you've finally come back to me. And now..." then something changed. The girl was still smiling, but there was a kind of stillness in the atmosphere as if it seemingly went cold. "This time, I won't let you get away from me. I know that you have forgotten our time together, so I would like to enlighten you about something special."
"Special?" Kamijou said, concerned.
And then the girl would widen her eyes that were joyful and malicious, extending both of her arms downwards, and a sound of thunder was heard; lightning flashing from the broken windows, revealing the smile and face of the girl who had been lost and found in a twisted cruel sense of reunion.
"That I hereby invite you and your friends to our lovely Corpse Party! And there is a challenge specifically in mind for you, oniichan. Not long now, the dead will unleash their fear and malice on the world of one of your friends, and then through that world, it would spread throughout several worlds. But before that, the killing will begin shortly as there are many students and other would-be individuals who were inadvertently sent here all because of my special charm. But of course, you have the power to save many of them because of your right hand. I know you can save some of them from their horrible fate, but can you stop their inevitable despair?"
And then, her mouth would twist to a smile that promised pain and vengeance on him specifically for having abandoned her.
"I wonder, can your right hand destroy death itself? Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
A cackling laugh began to fill the air that was devoid of the living. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed as if she was a demon who had gotten the contract to the priceless soul of a saint.
Then she whispered lightly as her laughter subsided, changing into light, creepy giggles. And her body suddenly began to vanish out of thin air. Her visage was distorted and the sound of her voice suddenly changed, like a sweet symphony at first, then a loud, heavy shriek later, almost as if it was the rumbling sound of a true demon. Another change also happened, the color red had begun to spread out of thin air, covering her entire body like a dress. At the same time, her figure began to crumble like an illusion from beneath her feet. Yet, that smile that leads to hell itself would never fade. The smile was directed to none other except for one Touma Kamijou who could not help but watch as he sees the little girl he knew had turned into something twisted.
"W. e. l. c. o. m. e. t. o. H. e. a. v. e. n. l. y. H. o. s. t., K. a. m. i. j. o. u. T. o. u. m. a. L.e.t.s. g.e.t. t.h.i.s. p.a.r.t.y. s.t.a.r.t.e.d., s.h.a.l.l. w.e.?"
And the girl in red disappeared, leaving behind that single echo, a laugh, and maddening glimpses of red.
And then...
Kamijou would breathe heavily as if he held his own breath and forgot how to breathe. He glances toward the two young women who honestly had no clue or context of what had just happened. He glances toward his four other companions who were expressing concern based on their faces. He glances toward the Doctor who simply watched the confrontation in silence with arms crossed; no judgment except for a sense of understanding and empathy.
He leans against the wall as he slowly falls to the floor. Then he starts mulling over what had just happened.
And all he ever thought was despair and determination as it burns like a torch; a resolve that would need to make him recall something.
How did he end up forgetting Sachiko Shinozaki? And why?
Somewhere deep beneath the fog...
There was one giant figure, towering over the average man in terms of height.
A monster with a hidden face so that it would appear less human and more disturbing. It had a large pyramid-head-shaped helmet and butcher's smock that conveyed a sense of disconnectedness and inhumanity. The edges of the helmet would remind one of the lower hulls of the Tiger II German heavy tank during the Second World War that was used by the Nazis along with other avant-garde and other vehicles from the latter time period.
A manifestation of a person's desire to be punished for their misdeeds. He is the judge, jury, and executioner of the mysterious dark powers of a town called Silent Hill whose eldritch realms were merging with the realm of Nirvana. Cruel and horrific his actions may be, but he is also the driving force for someone to come to terms with what they've done, albeit in the most brutal manner possible. A twisted form of moral conscience so to speak.
And now...
He was being summoned by the girl dyed in red...
And accompanying him were other members of his kind that look more or less like him.
For they are the Pyramid Heads.
And the time has come for the execution to commence.
Insert Song: End
ED Song:
【ARTERY VEIN】Confutatis no Inori (Full Version)【CP Blood Covered】【Eng Lyrics】
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Twelfth Doctor - A: Peter Capaldi
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron - VA: Minami Takayama
Kyon - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita
Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero - VA: Jun Fukuyama
The Nine Characters:
Yuka Mochida - VA: Eri Kitamura
Main Enemy Characters:
Sachiko Shinozaki - VA: Ikue Ōtani
New Characters:
Kokuhaku Akaboji - VA: Satomi Moriya
Pyramid Heads