Corpse Party: Killing Harmony

Trip to Heaven

A sharp pain shot through Saihara's ankle as he groaned, eyes straining as he forced them to open against their will. He tried to move his body again, only for the same pain to spark. After a little manoeuvring, he managed to stand and found that his ankle could move, bringing him a sense of relief. It soon diminished when he took in his surroundings.

"Where am I..." He wondered aloud. It wasn't easy to see in the dim lighting. Maybe the earthquake shattered the classroom lights? As if reading his mind, the lights flickered as they came to life, revealing the room where he stood.

Wooden floorboards rotting away with nothing but an endless void beneath them. Small, wooden classroom desks sat in neat rows, affected by years of wear and tear. Paint peeled from the walls in chunks, hairline fractures running up the parts that remained intact. Akamatsu's limp body lay in a heap behind the teacher's podium.

Saihara rushed toward the woman as fast as his limp could carry him. He fell to the floor and heard it creak beneath his weight as he crawled toward the woman. She had to be okay! As soon as he reached her body, the man began shaking her shoulders. Akamatsu flopped around like a rag doll in his hands which only increased Saihara's heartbeat. When he noticed her chest rising and falling consistently, he calmed.

Her violet eyes fluttered open and lazily rolled around as she searched the room, eventually locking with Saihara's. She smiled at the terrified man filling her vision. "What's up, Saihara?"

The man groaned and gently shoved the woman's shoulder as he realised she wasn't hurt. "Don't you 'what's up' me! I thought you died!" She chuckled and shook her head before sitting up and analysing the room around them. Saihara watched as her face fell in horror, realising that they weren't at home or in their classroom.

"Where are we?" She asked as she scrambled to her feet. Saihara stood too, using the podium to steady himself.

"That's what I'd like to know..."

Akamatsu rushed toward a window and felt the edges, looking around for a ledge or switch to open it. Trees stretched as far as the eye could see outside, the clouds pitch black as rain attacked whatever it could reach. No matter what Akamatsu tried, she couldn't grip the window. It was almost as if they were paintings.

She sighed and let her arms flop to her sides. Saihara helplessly watched from the podium. It wouldn't do any good for him to try as well. "Well, at least we know we're in a school," Akamatsu muttered.

"Yeah, but..." Saihara turned toward the desks and frowned. "The desks seem quite small, don't they?" He limped toward one as Akamatsu crossed the room, reaching down to slide his fingers through the viscous layer of dust.

When Akamatsu gasped from the corner of the room, Saihara turned to see her covering her mouth, eyes wide and fearful. "Oh my God..."

"What?" Saihara limped forward to inspect whatever scared her. She continued to stare at a paper pinned to the wall. "What is it?" The woman pointed to the paper with a shaky hand. When he limped close enough, the man's face paled. It was a newsletter with the name 'Heavenly Post' adorning the top. Now it was Saihara's turn to begin shaking.

Heavenly Host Elementary was a well-known school to those who attended Kisaragi Academy. It stood in place of the modern school before being torn down due to unsavoury happenings. How could they be seeing a newsletter for it? The school closed down over twenty years prior, it didn't make sense to be in a place that didn't exist...

Akamatsu suddenly screamed, her breathing quickening to a dangerous level. "Where are we?! Where are our friends?!" Saihara pulled the woman close and wrapped her tight, letting her cry into his shoulder. He wanted to do the same, but how could he help his best friend if he was in hysterics? Eventually, the woman calmed down and stepped away. "Sorry..."