Her turn // V3 rewritten in Kaede's P.O.V

Introductions

#: since this is the first chapter/prologue, it will be in shuichi's pov because of... reasons ;)). this isn't going to have the same plot as the game, since it gave me the impression that the writers wrote themselves in a corner SO DEEP, they had to improvise and say it had more plot holes than story on purpose. please enjoy, I wrote this a bit longer so there's no need for 4 chapters for the epilogue <3

Nothing

Not even a molecule, nothing is felt, nothing is seen.

Just a pile of nothing, belonging to no one, from nowhere.

Pull a hand, owned by nobody.
I see nothing, I feel nothing. To take hold of my existenc-

….
…
...

I see now, I feel… This is me.
My name is Shuichi Saihara… I just remembered who I am.

Nice to meet... Myself?

…I’m the protagonist of this crazy story.

I forced my way out of the locker I was in, but as soon as I did, the little bit of strength I still had escaped completely from my control, resulting in me falling immediately after, hitting my head in a desk before finally hitting the cold concrete on the floor.

The pain couldn't stop running through my head, but thanks to that, I went from dazed to annoyed in seconds.

“Ouch! That’s going to leave a bump for sure.” I whispered to myself, rubbing the spot in the center of my forehead.

Now that I’m awake, I’ve began to look around where I was and…

A classroom? I'm in a classroom...?

Makes sense that I came out of a locker now, but how I ended up here… I don’t think I’ll remember that any soon…

As I began to go in direction to the door at the other end of the room, the sound of metal banging and moving began to enter my ears.

Scared and confused, I was walking backwards. Without me even noticing, the fear got my body moving on its own.

As my body hit a desk behind me, the locker door slowly opened itself and…

A girl fell out of it, groaning after (also) hitting her head.

Normal looking, blonde, wearing what seemed like a sailor uniform, a few inches shorter than me. She’s probably a high school student too.

She looked dazed, confused, even more than me, I think.
After shaking her head many times, she began to look around, which didn’t last long since she immediately noticed me, backed up into a corner.

“W-w-who are you? Are you with… those guys?” Still on the floor, she asked me.

“Huh? What other guys? I just woke up here!” With all my honesty, I answered.

“The guys who got me!” She started to get up and slightly walk in the opposite direction I was in.

“Got you?? In the sense of kidnapping?”
If I was beginning to understand what was going on, I’m now more far from understanding than I was when I woke up.

“Of course!” Almost yelling, she confirmed. “What else would it be?? What are you going to do with me??”

Suddenly, memories began to run in my head: I was kidnapped too?!

I was coming home from school, then an old lady asked for my help. As I began to answer her questions, a group of four to five guys came running at me, forcing me to breathe some kind of liquid. After that, the next thing I remember is waking up here.