[@Savo]

"Always wanted to get tied up with another dude," rasped somebody's dulcet tones from next to Alexander. "Didn't think it'd be with you, kid. Go figure, huh?"

Though his throat sounded parched and choking, and his words weighed heavily down with fatigue, the hypnotising strength of Hayate Sasaki's voice was still identifiable. The lackadaisical Drama Club member hung bound a mere metre away, the darkness obscuring all features but his silhouette. Yet every once in a while, there was a flash of emerald, and the eerie, shadowy tendrils that enveloped him, slowly crawling up and around his body, pressing coldly against his skin, were very much visible. There was no sign of his neck, not when his prison had chosen to wrap around it, and the very end of that tendril had latched onto a pale cheek.

His exhausted, bloodshot eyes peeked helplessly through every flash of light.

The thing seemed to pulse against his face. And continued moving.

"Yo," he managed to gasp out, even despite his situation. He was resigned. "You finally up, huh?"
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[@JBRam2002][@Suku]

Kaede Yamamoto could cry.

One student, taken by those monsters.

The other ... Okazaki ... disappeared.

Gone.

The sinking feeling in the black pit of his heart was falling deeper and deeper. Into the morasses of guilt and disgust and sickly hate.

[i]He has to be fine. Has to.[/i]

"We're looking for him," he declared. A statement of intention. He couldn't let everything go to waste. "Your friend Alexander too. Both of them. Quickly."
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