Satoshi couldn't move.

His vision was turning black. It was those things. They were surrounding him. He could hear Yuka screaming for him. Her voice growing smaller each passing second. Satoshi kicked at the shadows. God this was not how he wanted it to end.

"Yuka!" He screamed as he gave one big push and pull. The shadow loosened its grip enough for him to push away from the other two. He rolled on his stomach and for a second lay there in shock. He wasn't expecting to actually escape them.

Satoshi pushed himself up off the floor and started to run. He didn't bother checking behind him. "Yuka!" He was shouting. 'Where did she go dammit?'

There. A hole in the wall. More like a square. It wasn't there before, he was sure. Satoshi ran to. It was stairs, stairs leading down into dark depths below. What if she went in here? She must have, it couldn't be coincidence this showing up now. He went down, taking it 3 steps at a time until it became too dark to be risky with his footing.

"Yuka!"

Then he tripped and found himself spitting away the big dust cloud that had formed on impact. It wasn't as dark down here. There was a few sad lights hanging from the ceiling and stuck to the sides of the walls. Satoshi slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, keenly gathering his surroundings. It wasn't much, it looked like a shabby underground cave, but not a naturally formed cave more of a man made one. Thus the lights.

He turned around. All that was behind him was a wall. The space where the stairs should have been was gone, like it never even existed. Satoshi realised he was shaking.

He stood up. First Naomi and now Yuka, why couldn't he seem to hold on to anyone?

Satoshi had no choice now but to walk through. Maybe Yuka did come down here after-all and they'd meet up any second now. Or maybe he had just trapped himself. Time would tell.

Not far from the point he had started Satoshi found a notebook. A very cutesy pink one with various stickers and hearts patterned on the front. He flipped it in his hands and saw it belonged to 'Naho Saenoki'. Satoshi knew that name, they had talked about her earlier in the classroom. She was the paranormalist. "Suppose I better hold onto this." He had no time to read it now, he had someone to find.

He was walking aimlessly when he heard the first thud, he stopped dead. The sound was more familiar than it should have been. The sound of big clunky footsteps dragging themselves along the dirt. Satoshi peeked around the corner. There he was again. Yoshikazu or - the monster with the hammer- seemed to be everywhere at once. He was always just there. He turned his head round and Satoshi quickly ducked back behind the wall. He held his breath until there was a shuffling noise and the sound of the footsteps fading.

He risked another peek. Yoshikazu was dragging a body away by the legs. Satoshi had to cover his mouth to stop himself from screaming. Now would be the time to turn and run the other way but, something was bothering him. He peeked again. No, he hadn't being imagining it, the person being dragged away wasn't dead yet. But not far off.

Satoshi didn't have much time to think. They'd be gone in a minute. It was go after them now or get out of here as fast as he could. He had to get back to Yuka no matter what, she wouldn't make it on her own, he couldn't let himself get killed. But he couldn't leave that person behind either.

Satoshi came out from around the corner and paced after them, keeping his footsteps light and remaining a fair distance away. He watched the body being dragged round another corner and quickly followed after, hearing a door slam shut as he made his way round. There was two doors. One to his right and another one a little bit further on to the left. Yoshikazu would have had time to go into either one which means Satoshi was going to have to check both.

The one on the right first. It was closer. Satoshi had doubts, this was not the first time he was realising that he didn't have a plan. He pushed on the door and winced as it creaked. He held his breath and looked through the space. His eyes widened. There was bodies. A lot of them, some on the floor, some hanging from the ceiling either from rope or hooks. Most were decayed beyond recognition but others were fresher. The stench hit him harder than anything. Satoshi couldn't stop himself from letting out a yelp as he slammed the door shut.

A bang came from the door to the left. It started to open. He had made too much noise. In the split second time frame he had Satoshi made the only decision left for him other than to stand there and let himself get caught. He opened the door to the body room again and threw himself inside, turning and quietly clicking the door shut in a record time. He held his breath again, it was worse in here, trapped with the bodies, trapped with the smell. He leaned up against the door and put his ear to it. Not daring to look back. And there was the footsteps again. Moving towards him almost rhythmically, but agonisingly slow. They stopped, Satoshi covered his mouth. He was right there.

The door pushed open and Satoshi moved with it, keeping behind it until he was backed up against the wall, hidden behind the door. It was right there. It didn't breathe so the only sound were its feet shuffling on the ground and the occasional grunting noise. The monster with the hammer scanned the room from left to right, its eyes falling over the various corpses, some of which he'd just collected. There was no movement. Satoshi stood behind the door violently shaking but remaining silent. He clasped his hands together and squeezed.

The door closed and Satoshi had eyes on him from everywhere. The dead vacant eyes of corpses hanging off and pinned to the walls, all seemed to be pointed in his direction. He felt the urge to apologise but didn't know why. He decided he couldn't stay in here a moment longer. Whatever was waiting for him out there couldn't be worse than this.

The hall was empty again and the door to the left was closed. Satoshi was still determined to do what he came over here to do. To help that stranger. He went up to the door on the left and opened it, it swung all the way open without him having to put any pressure on it. The monster wasn't there but the body was. It lay still in the middle of a blood soaked table. He was too late.

Something was bothering him again. Something close by. Satoshi with widened eyes threw himself around where Yoshikazu was standing, hammer in hand looking down at him. He couldn't believe it, how would he be able to sneak up on him? Something that big and that loud!

The hammer swung at him. Satoshi simultaneously charged through, managing to neatly make his way under Yoshikazu's raised arm. He darted off, the sound of an angry monster followed him. These halls were empty, there was no place to hide.

In the next hallway he saw boxes. A bunch of wooden ones all scratched up, some with blood oozing out of holes in the sides. A lot of them had been knocked to the ground and were obstructing his way. He jumped and swerved around them, the sounds of carnage behind him. Yoshikazu was barreling down the hall smashing through the boxes in his way.

Satoshi swore. He was right there behind him wasn't he? And there was nowhere to go, unless he wanted to be running down hallways for the rest of his life. He came to the end of a hallway with two separate paths leading left and right. On instinct he chose right and made it to what looked like a dead end. He stopped and let out a frustrated wail. He had been able to run faster than his pursuer but could still hear him gaining closer. He was going to have to run back. Unless...over there, a space in the wall, the perfect size to fit in.

It was a dark sort of crawl space surrounded by broken wood, as if it had been boarded up and someone had promptly pulled it apart. Anything could have been in there. It could be a dead end for all Satoshi knew. But it was either through here or back the way he came. Straight into the arms of a monster. So Satoshi went in. He blindly felt his way through, keeping his hands on the walls at his sides.

It got wider as he went, until it was a full on tunnel. And there at the end: a ladder. There was one lone, dim night-light styled light stuck to the wall at one side barely illuminating the space. Satoshi shook the ladder before he got on. It was wobbly and rusted but he was sure it would hold if he climbed fast.

At the top of the ladder was a hard- to- see wooden trap door of some kind. Satoshi hastily held onto the ladder with one hand and pushed the door up with the other. He heard the ladder creak and he pulled himself up into another pitch black space. When he was up, he felt around and closed the door back up so he wouldn't accidentally fall through it.

Wherever Satoshi was, it was extremely dark. Even darker than the crawl space. He stood up and each step felt like a gamble. He had never been so blind before, the tension was excruciating. He kept walking through. His hands which were outstretched in front of him occasionally hit or brushed off something each time giving him a fright. If Satoshi wasn't jumpy before, complete darkness definitely wasn't helping.

Then there was a noise. A noise that would have made so much sense if he could see. It was a familiar sound but without vision everything you're used to becomes so much more confusing, and more dangerous. It was like a bang, but not like something fell more like something flew open. A door? He thought.

Satoshi panicked. Something was there. He felt to his side, there was a big heavy object which he traced his hand along in search of something familiar. And then he found it, something familiar. Sizing it up in his hands it didn't take him much time to conclude that this was a book. A useless old book.

Satoshi heard more noise coming from somewhere in front of him. He stumbled to the side a bit and as he went to steady himself on something he felt it move forward and fall with a bang. He had tried to lean on something too precarious to hold his weight. He wanted to screech with fear as he heard something move closer, it was right in front of him. In blind panic Satoshi swung his book forward and felt it make contact with something. Then it hit him back, right in the arm. He winced and tried to grab on to something at his left side to stop himself from falling. But he grabbed it to quickly and heard more things hit the floor. He realised he must have unintentionally pulled more books down.

Satoshi heard the sounds of something whirling towards him and barely moved back in time to avoid it. That was it, he wasn't about to let whatever this was have him. He jumped forward and grabbed it. Both pushed each other away but found them self latching back on and struggling through the darkness. He felt it push back and so he did the same and with a mighty crash he could feel the vibrations off something landing at his feet. There was more strange sounds, he heard something else land near him, but not another solid object. No this had to be a person. He slowly walked back, not wanting to cause any more attention to himself. And then there was an awkward creaking sound as his foot landed on an unstable floorboard. This sound seemed to set everything off. Hurried footsteps and another body collided with him, pulling them both down to the ground. Satoshi was terrified, he hit and pushed again and whoever it was backed off.

For a moment Satoshi was in the clear. He heard whoever he was fighting retreat away and so stood up warily to catch his breath. But it wasn't over yet. Something else had him now, something much stronger and more vicious. Against all odds Satoshi still had his big book in hand. He used it to try and protect himself against his new unseen enemy. The two of them fought almost relentlessly, Satoshi taking a step back with each swing trying to separate them. It may have been pitch black but he knew he had to get away so he turned and stumbled forward through the room.

His shoulder hurt, he yelled out in pain. The hit had been completely unexpected. Still gripping the book Satoshi swung in front of him and felt himself hit something. Then they were both swinging at each other, aimlessly and in the end futilely. It got worse, the much stronger thing he had been fighting pushed him painfully from behind and he went flying forward into enemy number 1. -He was going to have to number them if he was going to keep track of what was happening.- He just hoped there wasn't more that he couldn't see.

'Note to self: Enemy number 2 contains super strength, but enemy number 1 has a weapon and it stings like hell.'

Enemy number 1 and Satoshi went down. He weakly tried grabbing at something to stop himself from falling but was sure he had ended up dragging down more object with him. And great, he had dropped his book. He patted at and stroked the ground to find it. A deep menacing laugh sounded from above him, then a cry of pain from in front of him and finally the sounds of something metal scraping across the ground away from them.

There! His book, he'd found it. Satoshi stood up. Someone was right in front of him. Enemy number 1 or 2? Ignoring the pain in his shoulder he brought the book down on the figure and heard it grunt. He instantly regretted attacking because whoever it was was now extremely pissed off and it's retaliation was more brutal than the last. It was definitely enemy number 2, so much more unnatural strength. Satoshi fought back, swinging his book like a mad man. He heard another sound, it must have been enemy number 1. "Get it!" Satoshi shouted for some reason in his desperate panic. He swung the book harder and it made contact with a thud. Then another thud, but not from himself, from enemy number 1. Both of them started laying into enemy number 2.

And then it was over. Enemy number 2 backed away ultimately admitting his defeat, hissing at them like a snake...or a cat maybe? Satoshi inhaled and exhaled fervently and readied his trusty book just in case enemy number 1 decided to turn on him again.

A sort of clicking sound and Satoshi's eyes suddenly hurt. It was the lights, they were on. Satoshi stood there with his mouth open, realising who enemy number 1 had been all along. "Yoshiki?" He said.

A pause. "You idiot." Yoshiki complained, turning a crowbar in his hand. No wonder his shoulder hurt so much.

"Me? What did I do?"

"You -" Yoshiki stopped himself and let out a short laugh.

Satoshi smiled too, wondering if he had missed a joke. "What's so funny?"

Yoshiki sighed dramatically. "Nothing." He said. "You with Yuka?"

"You mean she's not with you?" Satoshi was hoping she would have made her way back to them since she wasn't in the basement. Or at least he hoped she wasn't in the basement. "Oh no I haven't seen her since the auditorium."

Yoshiki scrunched up his face. "Shit." Satoshi's expression became deeply troubled. Yoshiki was looking around, seemed they were in the library. The place was a mess now.

Enemy number 2, whatever it was, was gone. Yoshiki was looking at his hand, which was covered in blood. Satoshi hoped that wasn't his blood. One hand injury was bad enough.

"So what happened to you? Where have you been?" Yoshiki asked.

Satoshi gave a deadpan stare. "Long story."

And so he explained about how he was separated from Naomi and Yuka and the passage that appeared in the wall and the basement and the horrifying body room and how he had got here in the first place.

Yoshiki didn't seem phased by it at first. But his face went pale at one point, like a sudden realisation had hit him.

"What is it?" Satoshi asked with concern.

Yoshiki wouldn't look him in the eyes. "It's about Nakashima." Is all he said.