Yosuke gasped as the floor was ripped out from under him, and the floor shook with an amazing intensity. He was already off balance since the first earthquake, so he fell in relatively easy. His only thought as he fell to a fate worse than death was [i]Damnit Yosuke.[/i].

A musty, mildew like smell filled the air as Yosuke stirred. The floor creaked more than usual as he pulled himself up a little, still sitting on the corroded floorboards. The classroom looked, familiar, yet off. The desks were smaller, and disheveled, and the ceiling was much higher than usual. [i]This place is giving me anxiety.[/i] Yosuke thought to himself as he got completely off the floor. He gave the room another look over from his now much more encompassing view, and noticed Naomi, passed out on the floor. He smiled to himself as he walked over to her. [i]I may be trapped in Hell, or where ever this place is, but at least I have Her here to suffer with me.[/i]. Although he'd probably never admit it to anyone's face unless they black mailed him or something, Naomi was his favorite out of the group of friends he had acquired over the year. He may have even had or still does have some sort of romantic inclination toward her, though you'd need to threaten him with a knife to get info like that.

Yosuke walked over to Naomi, crouched down next to her, and poked her stomach repeatedly. "Hey, wake up sleepy head, we both finally got sent to Hell for our sins."