Corpse Party: Killing Harmony

Even the Strong Perish

Warning for attempted suicide (victim is saved).

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Amami spent an ungodly amount of time walking through the school's hallways. He noticed a newspaper taped to the wall and he decided to read it, having nothing else to occupy his time. The man had no goal right now, his mind was too fuzzy. It detailed the steps to perform something called the Sachiko Ever After Charm. They rang a bell to Amami and he recognised the chant and method like it was yesterday. Well, maybe it was, he had no way to tell the time here anymore.

He frowned at the steps. A bloody smear covered one instruction detailing how many times to utter the chant, but he remembered that Ouma told them to do it once per person. Amami repeated it nine times, he knew that for sure, but maybe someone else made a mistake. Was that what brought them to this hell?

The man shook his head and sighed. Even if someone did mess up, it wasn't their fault for the current predicament. No one knew the horrors that awaited them if they failed, and if they did, no one would've attempted the charm in the beginning. Amami ripped the paper and crumbled it into a ball. It wanted to fuck with him, it had no merit!

Reaching into his pocket, Amami retrieved a white scrap of paper. He'd never lose it, no matter what it took. After this hell, he couldn't bring himself to ever keep it away from his person (even if someone may call him a madman).

A sudden breeze startled him, making him glance up to see another blue flame. He yelped and stumbled backward but soon calmed when he couldn't sense any malintent. "Do not lose hope," a calm and disembodied voice whispered. "I can help you. I'll send you to the one occupying your thoughts." Amami frowned and hurried to pocket the scrap, worried that he might lose it. "Please hurry, I fear you may not make it in time. No one else should suffer here, please save him."

Amami's lips parted as he prepared to ask who 'him' might be, but he didn't have a chance to ask. His body began to burn as if he'd been doused in methanol and then set alight. He didn't even have a chance to scream before the world around him disappeared and his body fell limp.

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The man groaned and rubbed his eyes. Wood dug into his back as Amami rolled over to sit up and survey his surroundings. It looked like the main building but he wasn't in the second wing anymore. Somehow, the air felt less heavy than the school he knew, almost as if he were in a different place altogether.

"Please help Saihara." Amami jumped to his feet and looked around, trying to find the voice's owner. He knew who it was. "He's on the verge of snapping." No matter how much he looked, the voice sounded like it was the air itself.

"Akamatsu?" He called. No response came and the school fell deadly silent. Amami groaned and rubbed his head. Her voice was so clear - as if she were standing beside him - but he couldn't see her... Whatever, he had other things to worry about if he understood Akamatsu's words.

Amami noticed a staircase nearby and began walking toward it, but he didn't realise what he was doing until he reached the landing where the stairs twisted 180 degrees. His eyes landed on a deep-blue cell phone that he recognised as Saihara's, the screen flashing as it rang. With a shaky hand, Amami reached out and answered the call.

A woman's voice filled the air around him, making his heart drop. "Shuichi! Are you there? Answer me, please! Please! Shuichi! Please, your uncle and I need to hear your voice! Say something, please! God, please... don't let anything have happened to my baby boy!"

Hearing the sorrowful cries from Saihara's mother made him glare at the mobile. "This place needs to cut the crap already!" He screamed, watching as he chucked the phone into the wall. After a few moments, Amami sighed and retrieved the phone again. Leaving it there wouldn't be fair for Saihara who might want it back. The greenette quickly checked the phone and sighed in relief when he realised it wasn't cracked or damaged.