The first thought on Tsubasa’s mind upon entering the room was that maybe he should have just locked himself in the club room, if what Shizune said was true. He could have easily barricaded that door and locked himself inside. Then the only entrance would have been the small window, which he doubted anything could really fit through. And given how they seemed to be just walking in circles, something told him that he wasn’t going to be getting back there on purpose any time soon. Well, regretting wouldn’t do him anything now, so Tsubasa pushed the thoughts of holing up in the club room to the back of his mind. 

Unfortunately the pile of blood and guts wasn’t quite as easy to dismiss, but sleep did come eventually. Tsubasa gripped the baseball bat tight to his chest the entire time. 

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Tsubasa dreamed everything was normal, that the previous day had never happened. He went home after helping the baseball team clean-up, helped his younger sister make dinner, did his homework, got a bath, and went to bed. He even dreamt about sleeping in his own bed with one of his younger brothers in the bed across the room. 

Maybe that was why his first reaction, while still half asleep, upon hearing the cries was to go “yeah, yeah. I’ll be there in a minute” and let out a yawn. That was when it hit him. He wasn’t at home. His little brothers and sisters wouldn’t be calling for him, because he was trapped in whatever hell this was. That couldn’t be them.

But what if they’d gotten trapped here too? Tsubasa shook his head. They couldn’t have. After all, they weren’t at the school when everything happened. Even his next oldest sibling, who was only a year younger than he was, had stayed home sick that day. But still, what if? He shook his head again. No, they weren’t here. This was all just this twisted place trying to get him to mess up and do something stupid. 

The fear that is was his younger siblings on the other side of that door wouldn’t go away though. no matter how many times he told himself to keep his cool and think rationally. (Then again, this place seemed to defy all forms of rationality) He edged closer to the door, baseball held tight in his left hand. He stopped when he reached the place Shizune was sitting. “They’re not real right? I mean, they’ve got to be just monsters. There’s no way,” his voice was trembling, giving away how unsure he was of the words that were coming out of his mouth. Every passing second made him less and less sure. Even though Tsubasa was fantastic at keeping his cool, it just wouldn't hold in a situation like this.