The introduction to the geography class was interesting enough as well as the crap ton of equipment they had to carry across the woods. Although, heavy lifting was so not his forte as he knew he would be feeling the burn soon, very soon. With bulky briefcases in his arms, he peered over the “equipment” when Sasaki exclaimed about a hole large enough to stuff an elephant in... Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but it was still rather large. 

[color=f6989d]“So… Did mole people made these?”[/color] Dai raised an eyebrow with a slight smile and set down the equipment, his fingers just itching to grab his phone and snap a picture of the hole. Sasaki was right about this geographical phenomenon since it was an occasional rumor that would find itself popping out of nowhere. Although, he heard that these holes would appear at the strange of places. A forest seems like a fairly reasonable place to make an appearance. 

[color=f6989d]“Hey, sensei,”[/color] Dai called out, finally caving to temptation by shoving his hand into one of his pockets to pull out his phone. [color=f6989d]“What exactly are we—?“ [/color]

Dai practically flipped out when Kazuo called for help and quickly saw something that was not meant to have existed. An elongated hand covered in the color of black ink has itself wrapped around Sasaki, dragging her into the abyss.

As quick as a switch, the young man shoved the phone back into his pockets and jumped over to the ragtag group of students who answered the transfer student’s call. This battle was an instant lose. If one teenaged man can’t make a dent in this disaster, eleven people certainly didn’t put in a single scratch. Dai trembled in both fear and overexertion; his heels dug mini-trenches at the sheer strength of the mysterious black arm. It wasn’t long before the hole covered his entire vision.

[h3][b]Somewhere[/b][/h3]

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“Yeah, I’m fine…”[/color] Dai groaned back at the Kazuo, his heart pounding almost as much as his head. Everything just seemed like a bad dream, something he just wanted to forget and wake back into his fleeting summer vacation. The sudden outbursts from a chubby male and a guy with shadows under his eyes didn’t help his nerves.

Oh god, what is that black thing!? A shadowy entity had just dragged Sasaki away. 

The phone. He needed his phone! 

Dai fumbled about until he managed to reached into his pockets once more and pulled out his phone. Almost immediately, his stomach lurched as he hit the button and listened as the phone rang. Nothing. He grimaced as the top corner of his screen showed nothing. [color=f6989d]“No signals. No reception, folks.[/color]”  He announced, pocketing his phone. The transfer student’s calm façade was almost enviable. He nodded in agreement with Kazuo’s suggestion. [color=f6989d]“We got no other choice. W-Whatever that thing was, we better prepare for more.”[/color]

His hands felt clammy as they wiped themsevles against his jeans. The sweat may be gone, but the trembles still remained. However, his fear was nothing compared to the pleading gaze of one of the foreign students. He aimed a disappoint look to his fellow classmates who had spoken so far yet made no move to help the poor lad. He wasn’t sure if he was of steady mind and nerve to fully support the guy without adding more weight, but he couldn’t stand by at such a sight. Sasaki may need help, but they needed to help themselves before they could claim such a feat. As much as Sasaki was in physical danger, a mental breakdown was just as dangerous especially for the structure of the group.

As Dai reached out for the helpless student, his hands continued to shiver and his heart pounded. Stupid, stupid! He huffed and smacked his hands against his legs, beating the shivers out of them until they became numb.

The foreign student would soon feel an arm wrap around his shoulders as Dai crouched next to him with a reassuring gaze.   

[color=f6989d]“Hey, hot stud, keep it together. C’mon, breathe. Talk to me.”[/color] the blond coaxed in a steady voice and placed a hand over the chubby male’s that were on the crossbow. It wouldn't do for a nervous guy to aim. He desperately hoped that his own palms weren’t sweating, but there were slight trembles that remain. Almost as to demonstrate, but only for his own benefit, he breathed deeply. [color=f6989d]"I'm Dai. Dai Kumura. What's your name?"
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