Dimension 4: Corpse Party Roleplay!

Hikari nodded in agreement to all of his reasoning, believing that those poor children had been badly manipulated into the ends of their lives. Her mind wandered until she heard Makoto ask, 'Who's there?' and immediately, her head snapped up to stare at the figure that was alone in the hallway. Paranoid thoughts began to cloud her head once more, wondering if the figure was some sort of demonic being that could run at 80 miles per hour.

"It's just me," Honoka responded, stepping cautiously closer, relieved it was just her friends. "Do you have any clue where the others went?" she asked, assuming everyone else to have been with the two. She frowned through the darkness at Hikari's wound. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright, thank you for worrying." Hikari smiled slightly, trying to answer the girl's questions without revealing that she was in severe pain. "We're unsure too, and we're trying to find a way out. Have you found anything?" She glanced up to Makoto, listening to the nonsense he was sputtering, and lowered her head at the realization that his personality had changed again. "Makoto." Hikari interrupted him, gently headbutting his side with her forehead. She didn't offer any explanation as of why she interrupted him.

"..." Hikari's eyes narrowed and she shook her head, eyes focusing on the broken wooden floor in front of her. "That's not what I mean." A sigh escaped her mouth and she nibbled her bottom lip, not exactly sure what to say. "You wanted to find out a way to escape first, right? Let's.. hurry and do that now, okay?" She tried her best to keep her voice stable although she could feel the pain in her arm growing bigger and bigger.

Honoka ignored Makoto's attempt of flirting, I guess this is his attempt at lighting the mood? she tried to reason his strange behavior. Though she certainly didn't mind being called pretty. "I just woke up, I guess I blacked out sometime after we did the charm," She finally responded. Although Honoka was generally a dense person she could tell Hikari was injured. "Maybe we should go to the infirmity first," she suggested, assuming there was one somewhere in this school.

"No," Hikari quickly rejected, taking a deep breath before shutting her eyes. "Please, it's alright. I can get medical help after we find our way out." She allowed her lips to curl into a smile with genuine appreciation. "Have you seen any paths the other way?" She asked, both hands balling into fists. She truly hoped so; their surroundings were beginning to greatly unnerve her.

Hikari tiptoed towards the sign and carefully read it, an expression of concern immediately writing itself onto her face. However she remained silent and observed the wooden floor below her, hoping that it wouldn't suddenly collapse and deliver her to a painful death. Her injury was painful enough, or perhaps dying would help with the pain? Suddenly she shuddered and shook her head. What was she thinking all of a sudden?

Hikari's hands normally would have flung upwards to cover her mouth in shock, however she was quite limited. Instead she paled and her body began to tremble. "That... That's what I think it is, isn't it?" Someone actually died in that exact building and spot, and hadn't been found until now. What if they were to share the same fate? Panicked thoughts ran through Hikari's head, and she could feel her sanity dwindling by the slightest bit.

"Y-Yeah, you check out the window.. um.. I'll examine this.. scene.." Hikari definitely didn't want to look at it, but there was a reason why that person had died the way that they did. She glanced uneasily at the newspaper and reached for the student ID with her good arm. After she snatched it up, she read the name aloud. "Mitsuki Yamamoto. Class 2-4."

"It's almost like the window is part of the wall..." Hikari tried to peer through the window, but to no avail. What kind of school was this if the windows were impossible to open? "Hm..." The girl observed the student ID closely, unsure if she should keep it or not. Then, with a firm nod, she slipped the student ID into her pocket. She was certain that if she had died in that way (giving someone else a warning about a dangerous object), she would want someone else to remember her.