Teshigawara had gone to sleep straight after dinner. Mochizuki didn't mind lending the other his own bed, choosing to sleep instead on the spare futon by it.

Mochizuki had walked into his room around nine, getting ready for sleep himself. He glanced at his friend as he changed his clothes, smiling softly to find the taller boy sleeping peacefully for once.

"I wish you were like this more often." The dull-haired boy sighed to himself before he moved over to his bed, reaching out to run his hand through blond hair. "I hate seeing you like this. It hurts."

Teshigawara, as expected, didn't reply; he only snuggled in closer to the pillow, the small smile on his face widening as his comfort increased.

Mochizuki smiled back, calmed by the other's demeanour; ever since the Calamity, he had not seen the older teenager so relaxed. Before all of this had happened, it was rare to see his friend so much as frown, his happy personality leaving no room for depression. But now, the brown-eyed student was nothing but depressed – unless you also counted traumatised.

The slighter male could only hope that, one day, the Teshigawara he knew so well would one day return to him. Until then, there was nothing he could do other than look after him.

~~Some hours later~~

If there was one thing Mochizuki never wanted to do again in his life, it was to return to Yomiyama Shrine. However, tonight had paid no heed to wishes, forcing him back to where their abrupt personality changes had occurred.

Walking through the corridors, it was dark and lonely, not a sound to be heard. Mochizuki was calling out for the students he knew had also accompanied him on this three-day school trip, but there was no one else around.

The boy was uncomfortable, a horrible feeling of dread suffocating his very existence. He felt as if something bad was about to happen, unable to understand why he was suddenly walking down this never-ending corridor. Where was he? Why was he alone? Why did this place have the aura of evil?

"Where is everyone...?" Mochizuki bit his lip, wanting to go home. He didn't want to be in this creepy area, drowning in ever-increasing anxiety. He didn't know why he felt so afraid; all he knew was that something was not right.

At the sound of a door creaking open behind him, Mochizuki turned, his grey eyes shining with desperate hope; was someone else here with him? He could only hope; there was nothing more frightening to him than the prospect of having to stay here, alone in a corridor that reeked of what he could only describe as the promise of impending death.

"Takabayashi!" Mochizuki's lips curled into a smile as he ran towards his friend, unaware of the fact that this boy had died right before his eyes; all he could think about was the relief of having someone to accompany him.

The brunet haired boy's eyes narrowed into a glare, his hand coming to grip the middle of his chest as if his heart was giving out on him. His voice was harsh and gravelly as he spoke, saturated in hatred.

"Why did you survive?" Ikuo Takabayashi took a step forward, his very presence conveying an evil Mochizuki couldn't comprehend.

The smaller boy didn't want to stick around, horrified by this. He whimpered and turned around, running out of the room he had entered just moments before. He didn't get very far before water instantly pooled around his ankles, filling the corridor within the blink of an eye. The water continued to rise until he was knee-deep in it, the crystal clear liquid turning red as a mangled arm floated to the surface.

A head soon followed, cut up and battered in a grotesque manner. Lifeless eyes stared at the reddish-brown haired boy, the distorted and bloody body of Junta Nakao tore to pieces, resembling so very much the way his body was ripped to shreds, just like when the propeller of the boat had hit him before his very eyes, the same horror he had felt then re-emerging once more.

Running again past the corpse that had haunted his very nightmares for days after it had been killed, the water disappeared, replaced instead by blazing fire, its heat causing a panic the dull-haired teen had never felt before.

Blinded by the flames and tears, Mochizuki ran, his heart pounding, traumatised screams following in his wake. Finally arriving at the corner of the corridor that had seemed forever away, the boy took the turn, his only thought getting away. However, his fleeing was cut short when he tripped over a body lying in the middle of the corridor, covered in blood, eyes wide and staring in frozen fear.

A scream ripped from Mochizuki's throat, louder than he had ever screamed before. He fell to his knees, his hands grabbing the body's shoulders, shaking violently. Tears dripped from his eyes, mingling with the blood, as just one realisation ran through his mind; I am alone...

"T... Teshigawara!" Mochizuki's voice had never been as strangled as it was right now, more horrified than he had ever been before – and when he caught sight of the butcher's knife sticking out of the blond corpse's chest, everything stopped.

~~Mochizuki~~

Mochizuki awoke with a scream, jumping off his futon as he got to his feet. His forehead was sweaty as tears ran down his cheeks, his body shaking as the nightmare he had experienced play over and over again in his mind.

The boy's bedroom door was thrown open and his light switched on as his family's worried voices asked what was wrong. He struggled to contain himself, unaware of the fact that he was standing in the middle of his bedroom, whimpering as if his puppy had been murdered in front of him.

"Yuuya, what happened?"

Mochizuki fell into the warm arms that wrapped around him, his sister's comforting presence taking away the fear he had felt. He cried into the woman's chest, gripping her clothing tightly. Taking a glance towards his bed, he was heartbroken to see his best friend sitting upright, staring at them blankly as if he were trapped in his own memories.

"Yuuya, it's alright. It's alright."

"N-nee-san.." Mochizuki shivered as he became overwhelmed by his own pain. He wanted so badly to go to Teshigawara, but he was paralysed by his fear. Help me... Someone, please... Help me...

Teshigawara blinked once before he shook his head, his eyes reflecting suffering. Without a word, he lay back down on the bed, pulling the blankets over his head. The blankets shook as he cried, and he didn't interact again with anyone that night.

Mochizuki had to leave his bedroom, unable to stay there any longer. His sister allowed him to sleep in her room, knowing that the younger needed comfort he couldn't get from just anyone.

It took the dull-haired boy a long time, but he eventually drifted off into sleep, comforted by Tomoka's rhythmic breathing. His nightmares were terrifying, but he didn't awake again.