Public Announcement
You move away from Uehara and Sakimura, and seat yourself on one of the old couches. The dusty leather squeaks noisily under your weight. As you wait for the others to arrive, Sakimura gives you a hostile glance. “What are you doing there?”
“Sitting. Waiting. This is not a bad couch, Sakimura-san. Why don’t you have a seat?” you ask, patting the empty space besides you and sending up a small cloud of dust. You are not in the mood to entertain his tantrums, not after he interrupted your attempt to gather information from Uehara. Sakimura seems quite annoyed by the grain of condescension you carefully buried in the shell of polite words, but before he can say anything else, the rest of the people from the lobby arrive.
Kayano is at their forefront, her make-up starting to run from the beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks. “Shinoseki-san, so here you are! And I see that Uehara-san is well and fine, which is good. Really, I think splitting off from the group is a bad idea, both of you,” she lectures. You catch her eyes darting towards you more often than not, trying to see if you are concealing anything on your body. She peeks in vain, however, as the book is not on your person. You don’t know where exactly it is located, either, only that you can continue to feel a connection with Ei, and that she will come when you call.
Oh, but don’t put me away for too long, Acchan. Books like me need frequent skinship with their owner to bring out their maximum power!
Ei reminds you strongly, in no uncertain terms; your telepathic communication with her is undiminished.
As the others begin filing into the room, muttering and peering around in curiosity, Sakimura speaks up. “Alright, everyone. I think we need to figure some things out about this place, and in order to do that, we need a leader.” It looks like he has decided to take charge of the situation. In the absence of people like Mori or Tokigawa – those who have a presence that people naturally follow – Sakimura is now embracing responsibility instead of shying away from it. Although half of the people in the room are older than him, he presses on. “Running around like headless chickens isn’t going to help matters any, are we all agreed on that?”
There are a few nods, here and there.
“So,” Sakimura continues, “I think if we organize ourselves well, it will be easier for us to escape. A leader is absolutely necessary for that.”
“If we’re nominating a leader,” says Sawada, flashing his model grin, “I’m going for Shin-chan over there. I hope that this will make up for abandoning you earlier, man.”
“Shin-chan? Me?” You stare at his pointing finger.
“Yeah, why not?” he shrugs, still grinning. “Honestly, you seem like a pretty stand-up guy, who doesn’t get scared easily, and can keep a calm head when everything is going wrong. That’s it, let’s make you the leader, alright?”
Oh, how wrong he is. Everything about this place frightens you, has always frightened you, right from the start. Still, if he is offering you the responsibility – the power to guide them towards survival – then maybe…
“Sawada-san, we should put it to a vote,” interrupts Shiba. “I’m voting for Yuuki-san.” She nods at Sakimura, smiling attentively in the way young girls do when they want to get their crush’s attention.
“If that’s the case, I’ll vote for Yuuki too,” says Kozaka quickly. Though he seems to be playing it off coolly, you note the single glance he gave Shiba when she cast her vote.
“Thanks, I’ll try my best!” Sakimura grins, waving at them. Then, he turns to look at Uehara. “Who are you voting for, Uehara?”
Of course, he’s interested in her as usual, you think. As you remember the second night, you recall the clues that hinted towards this situation.
What a mess. Between the four of them it seems like things could shape up to be…
Interesting, is it not? Is it not the sort of group we would like to place under extreme stress, to see how the dependent variables react? No. No. Of course not. People can’t be reduced to variables. You shake your head, trying to get your thoughts under control.
“I haven’t decided yet. Sorry.” Uehara smiles apologetically, and you catch her looking at you. You wonder if she’s waiting to see what you will do.
“Oh, alright.” Sakimura begins to give off the air of a dejected puppy.
Kayano speaks up next, “I think I would rather have Murano-san be the leader.” She nods at the security guard, who seems to be surprised at the nomination.
“B-But…”
“Murano-san, you’re a guard. You know security and safety protocols better than any one of us here, I’m sure. Who better to lead?” says Kayano persuasively.
“I’ll go with Rina-san’s choice,” says the girl in the maid uniform, her hand rising in approval. “A vote for Mr. Guard it is.”
“Alright,” Murano blushes awkwardly as he rubs the back of his head. “I-If that’s the case, I’ll vote for myself too.”
“Kukuku… has it come to shine the light of revelation on the destined one?” Amanozaki giggles in a low voice. She closes her eyes and raises her arms, rocking back and forth. “The strings of fate will guide my heart and finger. Mark my words, whoever I pick is the choice of the heavens, the warrior that will battle the influence of the evil gods… and I choose…” Her eyes snap open behind those thick glasses, her index finger jabs forward dramatically. “…you! Shinoseki Adachi-san! Kukuku… rejoice! For we knew each other in a past life, and that allowed me to see the potential residing within you…”
As she continues to cackle away, and you wonder if she actually knows something, or is just bullshitting, Uehara speaks up, a caustic edge coming back into her words. “Oh, if you’re so confident, Amanozaki-san, I’ll vote for the same person. If he fails at leading, that also means your fortune-telling has failed, right?”
"My fortune telling
never fails!" declares an offended Amanozaki, although this fails to dissuade Uehara.
“U-Uehara, are you sure?” asks Sakimura.
“I’m always sure,” she smiles sweetly.
Sawada scratches his head and laughs. “I think we’re tied at three each, aren’t we? Sakimura-san, Shiba-san and Kozaka-san are in one bloc, Murano-san, Kayano-san and Maid-san are in another, and finally Uehara-san, Amanozaki-san and I are voting for Shinoseki-san… who hasn’t voted yet.”
You raise your eyebrows. It looks like you are the tie-breaker.
If I had a hand to raise, I’d totally vote for you, Acchan! But… perhaps it might be good to act from the shadows too. Being in the spotlight makes you a target sometimes.
***
A. You vote for Sakimura.
B. You vote for yourself.
C. You vote for Murano.
***
You cast your vote, deciding the leader.
Track: PA
Then, just as you have finished speaking, a strange, discordant sound fills the room. It is a mad jangling of bells and chimes, a distorted melody that sounds like it was birthed from the chaotic mind of a tone-deaf, demented musician. The song hammers your ears, and for an instant you feel as if your consciousness, your
self, your idea of
being, is about to be torn into fragments and scattered into the wind.
You do so, clutching your chest, and summoning up a tremendous effort of will just to stay upright. The others do not notice your momentary weakness – all of their attention is taken up by the noise flooding their ears.
“W-What the hell is that?” shouts Murano.
You glance up.
The speakers. The song is coming from the public announcement system, through the speakers that dot the rooms and hallways of the hospital.
The harmonics of the tune twist and entwine themselves through bursts of static, contorting into screeches and shrieks and mad laughter – whether these are noise artifacts from the distortion, or actual screams, you do not know.
Through the noise, you hear a matronly female voice begin to speak, with no hint of emotion.
“The curfew is now in effect. All patients are to return to their rooms. Patients must not linger in the corridors. Wardens will now be patrolling the corridors. Patients must not linger in the corridors. All patients are to return to their rooms. The curfew is now in effect.”
The message, threading through the static, is repeated twice more before it stops. The strange music, too, winds down to a halt, and an unnerving silence once again falls across the lounge. Everyone is still staring at the ceiling, their composure rattled by the announcement.
Something has changed, Acchan. Can you feel it?
Something has changed after that announcement, as Ei says. Your skin tingles slightly. The air seems different – its flow seems to have changed in almost imperceptible ways. Right before the voice spoke, there was a sense of wrongness, as if the world was writhing and wriggling for a single instant, right under your feet. You walk towards the door.
“Where… where are you going, Shinoseki-san?” asks Kayano, her voice trembling.
“Just taking a look,” you respond.
You open the door, and peer into the gloom. You turn your head to the left, and to the right, and – breathing in deeply, perplexed by what lies before your eyes – you ask the others a question. “Wasn’t this room on the ground floor?” As the others rush towards the door, and see what you see, they gasp. In front of them, the hallway stretches on so far that you cannot see its end, while to their left and right are stairs: one leading up, and one leading down. It is not the corridor that you passed through to get to this room, not anymore.
In the distance, a bell tolls, to ring in the coming of a new night.
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