AYUMI

I woke up, feeling more dehydrated than ever. "Naomi?" I croaked, climbing to my feet. My balance was wobbly, so I had to lean against the wall. "Nakashima?" I repeated, feeling fearful. "Please, I knew I did some pretty bad things to you, but please, this is creepy. Stop the prank!" I laughed, trying to act as if it was one big joke. No response. Tears started falling from my eyes as I staggered forward.

"I'm sorry, Naomi, it will never happen again! I won't become a demon, I won't stay a demon, I will never harm you again! We were supposed to escape together, Naomi! Please, don't leave me by myself! You don't know how horrible this feels to me!" I cried out, tears streaming down my face as I ran faster. My nightmares had finally came true.

Naomi and I were in different closed spaces.

Only Satoshi could've done this. He was always the leader. Why not? He has the personality, the looks--everything. That's why I had a major crush on him. I finally roamed the halls, accepting the fact that I was alone. Why would such a softhearted Mochida do such a horrid thing? I sniffled, but quickly wiped away the remainder of the tears. I couldn't appear weak, especially at this current time.

I saw Yuka again, but her back was facing me, and she was staring at the basement with her one eye. "Yuka?" I gasped, running towards her. She spun around, and smiled somberly when she spotted me. "Ayumi, I can tell you one last thing before my own darkening is complete," she stated, as if it was an every day fact. "O-okay," I stuttered, my voice quivering. "Now, Onii-chan has separated you two, correct?" I nodded.

"Well, you have separate teams of ghosts. Your own closed space consist the spirits of Morishige, Yoshiki, and myself. Naomi's has Satoshi, Seiko, Mayu, and Ms. Yui." She shifted, her skin flickering dangerously, and she spoke her last words. "Ms. Yui switch between closed spaces, so don't think you're safe from her." With that, she vanished. I solemnly glanced at the sign of the basement, and decided to try to force it open.

What's the worst that could happen?

With three fierce tugs, the basement doors finally opened, but then I was shoved into an oblivion.