As Shizune told everyone to stay calm, Alex took a deep breath in an attempt to completely calm his body. He was already pretty calm, but slowing his erratic heartbeat was another feat that he hadn't actually mastered. Shizune's description was a twist in reality in that it seemed certainly impossible, but very easily the reality of the situation. Even though it was odd and still nerve wracking, it was nice to see someone had some experience of the realm and lived to tell the tale of it. 

His conclussion of a dream had quickly faded and it turned into more of what could be an adenture. His life did seem painfully boring. He had been checked in to see a psychiatrist for some of the dangers he had put himself. He believed in an afterlife and really didn't fear death as such. Still to give in to death wasn't idea he catered. 

He was beginning to wonder how Shizune had returned from this world if there was no escape, but not being able to exit the school seemed reasonable. Although there must be someway to return to their original realm if she had returned before. The need to not eat anymore appealed to him greatly. It's not that he hated food, he just hated the fact he had a dependance on it. Although the slow but sure exhaustion didn't sound fun to him. Getting tired could be overcome, but exhaustion was real.

The promise of monsters made this adenture seem all the more real. A deep well swirled in his stomach, but he kept himself calm and pushed it down deeper. Paralysis from fear was how people died when they could have lived. Although Shizune was definitely right in that they all should stick together and make more conservative choices here. 

He then noticed that the music had stopped. It seemed Shizune had realized it as well. The music was quite eerie in it's own right, but now that it stopped, the silence seemed to hold an air of impending doom. Perhaps the mood wasn't entirely wrong. A large, strange man appeared in the hallway in front of the door. His face was masked and his left arm was completely amputated and shredded. Shizune seemed worried, but told everyone to stay in the classroom. Perhaps that was best way to deal with this thing or maybe it wasn't that bad. Then the worst thing possible seemed to happen.

The man lifted the stick in his right hand up to his left. It looked to thin to be a saw, but when he began grating his left arm with it to create music, any idea of what it could be escaped him. The veins that emerged from his chest looked like some tentacled, Lovecraftian freak. Without any warning and with incomprehensible speed the veins lurched toward him and wrapped around his neck. Alex quickly grabbed at the veins around his neck. He soon found himself no longer on the ground with legs flailing as well. His first instinct was to make it so he could breathe, but after his wrestling friend told him it was actually the veins to the brain that knock people out, he shifted his fingers slightly to protect those veins as best he could. The lack of oxygen was intoxicating though. Alex was struggling with everything in him to loosen the veins but it wasn't working. His eyes were beginning to well up and his face was beginning to develop a purple hue. He felt like he was going to lose consciousness soon anyways.

Then he realized. Wait heroes don't kill monsters, monsters kill monsters. He let out a little laugh as his face gained a innoportune smile. With that he quickly let go of the veins around his neck and grabbed onto the veins that reached out to him. He pulled his legs up around them as well and grappled them as best he could. He pulled the arm sideways a bit and chomped with all the strenghth in his jaws on a section between his hands. He pulled and grinded on them until finally they broke off, spewing blood all over him and into his mouth. As the veins broke he fell to the ground flat on his back and knocked the wind out of himself. He didn't care about shock anymore, he was in a kill or be killed mode, and this violinist needed to be killed. He pulled the veins from around his neck and got up as he regained his breath. He tried to use the veins as a club against a baby freak, but instead just slapped it with it. He quickly turned and grabbed a chair instead swinging it violently instead. It knocked the baby into the wall. Reality had no meaning to Alex anymore. He just needed to be a bigger monster than the monster at hand.