[h3]Masahide Saji
6/27/2015- Star Drop Cafe[/h3]

	Things were finally looking up for Masahide, finding himself welcomed back into the Kendo club and once again in good relations with his cousin. His normally stoic visage had been replaced with a idle smile for the past few days, causing some gossip about the school as to the shift in his attitude. He didn't care, nor did he take any notice. For once, he felt at ease with everything going on, but he kept himself diligent with his work about the town. Today however, was one of the days he took for himself- as he had promised Yamato he would. What better to do then to visit the Cafe that had been introduced to him?

	"[color=7ea7d8]Thank you[/color]," He offered to the barista, bowing his head as he placed his payment- a sizeable tip- upon the counter. Without waiting for thanks or appreciation, he merely took his espresso and made his way towards the back of the venue. It'd been awhile since his last time here, and even now he could still remember the friendly soul that lead him here. She had gone out of her way- even to the point of humiliation to assist him... It slowly dawned upon the boy that this might be a chance to welcome another into his life as he had done with his cousin- though on much less forced terms.

	As the thoughts crossed his mind, Masa couldn't help but chuckle, taking a small sip from his cup before giving a content sigh. It was then that he noticed he wasn't the only one here, spotting a few others as well as Shizuka- merely offering her a nod if she noticed. However, she was in the company of another- and Masa dared not interject. 'Perhaps this is what they called a date?' He thought, unable to help the wicked grin that creased his lips as he watched out of the corner of his eye. It didn't last long, however, as the man finished his coffee and made his preparations to leave. Disposing of the cup, he made his way towards the entrance to the door- though stopping short as an oddly dressed duo stepped forth.

	'What the hell?' Masahide internalized his curse as his eyes glanced between the two oddities before him. Perhaps they were just in costume, or merely strange in their own right... 'No reason to assume the worst,' Masa thought, though nothing could shake his unease as he glanced about the room and those within it. The breaking point came when the men reached for what looked like a mask, prompting Masa to growl under his breath before recoling.

	'Who are they?!' He internalized, the palpable feeling of dread arising from his stomach. He then remembered hearing the rumors about cultists and their relations to the kidnappings... But here in broad daylight? They must be crazy... Without a second thought, Masa turned round to warn the others, though felt himself topple backwards as he felt the collar of his shirt ruffle from behind. He had no opportunity to correct himself, being forced back further into a few more people that he had not noticed at first. If it had been just the two, he might have had a fighting chance- lashing out with a savage right that connected and staggered one of the cultists, but when he felt the sudden pang of pain as the needle broke through the flesh of his neck, Masa knew his time was short.

	Already his vision had become blurry, unable to make out even the simplest of outlines as the figures before him became nothing but a blur. As he offered one last futile strike against his assailants, a heavy force struck the boy on the back of his head. With nary a sound, darkness overcame Masahide, as he slipped into unconsciousness.