[i]"We've all been dragged into a different dimension from our own. One that looks and acts like our own, but as you will all find, it is naught but a twisted reflection. This is the World of Wasted Dreams."[/i]

Reiko saw this as both a good thing and a bad thing. On one hand, it meant her initial impressions were a little off. On the other hand, it meant she had no clue what this place was, and changing that probably wouldn't be something she could do on her own. By no means did Reiko consider herself a team player. She could work together with others fairly well, but never willingly. A different dimension was kind of a thing where working together was a good idea. Reiko decided that in the interest of survival, it wouldn't kill her to team up with the others.

[i]"There's no way to escape. We can't exit this school. You will also find that you will lack the need for normal bodily functions. You won't feel hungry and you'll find your exhaustion increasing as time goes on."[/i]

No hunger? That was something Reiko didn't like. It may have seemed odd at first, but not feeling hunger meant that there wasn't any need to eat. No need to eat meant no need for a cook. Which in turn meant that one of Reiko's greatest joys in life was just smothered into the ground by coming here. At least she could still kendo, and it was quite possible that she'd have to somewhere down the line.

[i]"It's just us...and the monsters. Predators that will hunt us down and kill us. That's all. It is the utmost priority that we stick together and don't take any risky moves if we wish to survive."[/i]

Yep, she'd get to kendo somewhere down the line. At least Reiko had that much going for her.

[i]"This isn't the first time I've found myself in this dimension. Many have died because of foolish mistakes...Nagatani-san. Shiba-san. Akane-san...please come into the classroom."[/i]

"Sure." Reiko had every intention of entering the classroom, as per the transfer student's request. She didn't get that chance. Before she got to step in and enter, she felt something wrap around her neck and lift her. It was pretty sudden. Sudden enough to throw her off-guard, to the point that she reflexively released her shinai to use both hands in an attempt to escape. The moment it registered to her that she'd dropped the shinai, her mental dialogue was a long stream of profanities best left unmentioned. All she knew about this thing was that Shizune had called it the Friagne, and that its violin music was really starting to piss her off. That, and if she wanted to live, she'd have to release herself from the vein around her neck. She saw the other girl break free. Reiko also knew that girl was in the karate club; she was probably stronger than Reiko in the end.

If she were at least being gripped around her stomach, she could have always tried biting the vein. If she hadn't dropped her shinai, she could jab at it with that furiously. Neither was the case of course, and all she could [i]really[/i] do was struggle, pulling as hard as she could to get the vein off her neck before it choked her to death. She was able to loosen it a little bit, but couldn't outright free herself. She was able to breathe, but not sufficiently. Even if she was just slowing down the process, Reiko refused to die this soon. Taking careful note of how much air each breath gave her, Reiko squeezed out the words "Help...me..."