It hurt. That familiar pain had returned. Mari had not felt it in a long time; waking up with open wounds hadn't happened to her since she ran away. She opened her eyes. It was dark and suffocating. Not an unfamiliar feeling. Slight gaps let enough light in for Mari to see one thing in the death basket: a photo. Meaningless shapes came to form as she began to recognize familiar features. [i]Sho[/i], the words refused to escape her lips. It was a photo taken of him not knowing. Why? Why? For what reason? Why? He had nothing to do with this. It was self-defense. He didn't do anything wrong. He deserved to remain unknown. Why was there this photo of him?

Deep breaths.

Now wasn't the time to panic. Panicking didn't help anything. It was better to wait and think about it. Let it blow over first. Figure out what was going on first. Noises from outside? Voices? There were other people. 

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For better or worse, she wasn't alone. Judging by their confusion, they were just as lost as she was. She looked to the pain. A 1 had been carved into the back of her hand, blood staining both the coffin she resided in and her clothes. Her skull ached, but she couldn't feel any wound there. She patted herself down. No phone, no keys, no pills. She was completely barren of any meaningful possessions. She grabbed hold of the bloody nail holding the photo of Sho and pulled. It, along with the photo, detached from the wood. Both of them went into her pocket.

It was more or less time to leave her box. Carefully, she placed each hand to one side of the box and pushed with all of her might. The lid didn't move. She slid her hands to the other side and pushed. Greeted by the sudden burst of light, her eyes instinctively shut. She rose from the box and slowly opened her eyes. 7 boxes, 5 of which were open with people nearby. Greetings were meaningless. There was no reason to converse. Instead, Mari looked at the writing on the wall. Rules for a game? A terrible one, no less.