As soon as Hikaru returned to his room, he examined his book. Muru Muru had not returned with him after the announcement of the survival game in that blank void, so many thoughts were racing through his head, who were those other people? Why him? Why now? He had never put thought into whether or not a god of any kind existed to begin with, but the diary before him accurately predicted the death of the car accident victim, just as Deus said. In spite of the personal visit from that little girl, and the soon-to-be introduction to at least some of the other "players," assuming he doesn't die right away, Hikaru still felt alone. He had nobody to go to about it, those silhouettes could have been anyone, and revealing his diary to anyone could mean death. His mind raced as he paced his room and reread the future entry. Then, something happened, a new entry began to conjure itself right before his very eyes. Quickly, letter by letter, the entry spelled itself out in his own hand-writing before him.

[b]Gold, 21st/April/2006, 17:14[/b]

[i]Gold? What kind of name is that...? 17:14?[/i]

Hikaru glanced to the cable-box that rested above his television. [b]16:53pm[/b] it read. He reached for his pen to mark the page, but he froze again when a second entry came into existence.

[b]Gold, 21st/April/2006, 17:45[/b]

[i]It changed!? How? Is 'Gold' another player?[/i]

He donned his shoes and jacket as quickly as possible and rushed out the door. If there was going to be other "players" interacting, he needed to see it.