"Aw, I thought you trusted me," he teased. "Don't worry, I won't!" he hitched her up by the back of her knees and started to walk out of the door into the corridor. He looked around. The place they were in was hard to describe. It was featureless, almost deliberately so. All he could see was navy blue brick after navy blue brick. When he was walking however, he did notice that there were other wooden doors, every single one of them broken, every single one of them deserted. [i]Hmm. Odd.[/i] Takamiya thought. [i]But I'm sure they were all deliberate.[/i]

"Hey, 'Rika'," he asked. "Do you have any idea what's going on? Because I have no idea at all. It's very strange, all of this." He kept walking. He saw an iron door at the end of the corridor and pushed it with his foot. It was open. When he stepped into the room he repulsed slightly. "Uhh," he started. "What... is this?" they had stepped into a wide room with a tall roof, floor-to-ceiling windows, a tiled floor... and hospital beds, littered everywhere around the room. It looked like some insane asylum or badly maintained hospital. He walked over to the closest bed, Rika on his back, but instantly backed away. The bedsheets were bloodstained.

[i]What on Earth have we gotten ourselves into this time...[/i] Takamiya thought, horrified at the sight.