For a moment, (Y/n) froze, looking up at Ushio as he was seemingly dragged up towards of of the points of the school roof.

Suddenly, Ushio seemed to notice what was going on. He let out a gasp, and cling tightly to the rope he was tied to. (Y/n) couldn't hear anything, since he was to far up.

Maybe I already have all the evidence I -

"It's game time,"

(Y/n) flinched of shock. She looked up above to see Ushio looking at a man standing beside one of the roof's spikes. For one terrifying moment, the man seemed to notice her, his blazing red eyes flashing towards (Y/n)'s (e/c) ones.

She managed to break out her shock, and with her remaining energy, (Y/n) bolted out of the school's grounds.

*****

(Y/n) sat at the desk in her room, still confused. Who the hell was that?! She wondered. That mysterious man terrified her...

... And yet, he seemed sort of charming at the same time. His eyes, though fiery, seemed to burn with courage and pride.

And maliciousness, (Y/n) reminded herself. She turned to her right to look up at the clock. It read 9:02.

Maybe I could listen to the tape? She wondered, unzipping her bag. She dug around in it until for one, horrifying realization struck her.

She forgot it at the school.

(Y/n) was doubtful. Maybe I left it downstairs without noticing? Maybe I put it in a different pocket and didn't realize? She racked her brain, but that didn't change anything. The evidence was missing.

I wonder if Ushio managed to get away from that guy, (Y/n) wondered. But alas, she was too tired to think.

She put on her pyjamas, slunk onto her bed, and let a dark, cold fog of sleepiness take over.