Psycho

where are we

Yuzu's POV

When I woke up, my head throbbed, and I blinked, taking in my surroundings. We were all crammed in some rundown shed — Kori, Inosuke, Zenitsu, and the rest of the group, but there was no sign of Yuichiro or Kouta. Aki and Tsuki… well,  They were obviously missing too.

"Ugh, where are we?" Inosuke grumbled, rubbing his head.

Zenitsu sat up, pale as a ghost. "It was Yuichiro," he muttered.

"I'm sorry, what?" Yuki asked, her eyes narrowing.

Zenitsu took a deep breath and explained what had happened. He shared how Yuichiro must have spiked our drinks. I clenched my fists, frustration swirling through me. How could we have been so trusting?

"We should have known," Kori said angrily, digging her hands into her pockets. Her face lit up suddenly, and she pulled out a phone. "Still got my phone!" she exclaimed, quickly trying to make a call.

But the momentary hope faded. "No signal," she sighed in defeat.

Suddenly, the door rattled, and we all got to our feet, ready to face whatever came through it. I was so on edge that when the door opened, I immediately swung, landing a punch on whoever it was.

"OW! WHAT THE HELL?" Tsuki's voice snapped at me, her hand flying to her face. I gasped, realizing I'd just clocked her in the nose.

"Oh my god, Tsuki! I thought you were one of the twins," I stammered, helping her steady herself.

“No, no, it’s fine. I get it,” she muttered, rubbing her nose. But as I looked at her, my stomach dropped. Tsuki was covered in blood. Dried and smeared across her hands, her chest — it was impossible to ignore.

"Tsuki, what happened to you?" Yuki asked, eyes wide in shock.

Tsuki let out a laugh, trying to brush it off. "Just a little scuffle. Let’s just say Aki… wasn’t a friend after all," she muttered, though something about her tone seemed off. "She… tripped. Yeah, she tripped," she added, but the way she said it didn’t feel right.

"How did you get out here?" Zenitsu asked, still eyeing her warily.

Tsuki pulled out a set of keys and pressed a button, causing a car horn to blare from somewhere nearby. "I still have the car," she said with a tight smile.

"Okay, let's just get out of here," Kori said, brushing past her to leave the shed.

I felt something tug at the back of my mind, a sense that something wasn’t adding up, but it was Tsuki. She was my girlfriend — why would she lie to us?

Once everyone piled into the car, Tsuki took the driver’s seat and started heading down the road. It was silent at first, tension hanging thickly in the air. But then Zenitsu spoke up, unable to keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

"Wait a minute… how did you know where we were?"

Tsuki ignored him, her face set in a steely expression, eyes glued to the road.

“Tsuki, how did you know where we were?” Yuki repeated, suspicion lacing her voice.

Inosuke, impulsive as always, reached over, grabbing at Tsuki's hair. "Hey, answer us!"

Without looking away from the road, Tsuki grabbed his hand in an iron grip and twisted. I heard the sickening snap of bone as she broke his wrist, sending him recoiling, a pained scream tearing from his throat.

“What the hell, Tsuki?” I yelled, grabbing the door handle and trying to open it, only to find it wouldn’t budge, even though the lock was off.

"Sorry," Tsuki said flatly, not even glancing back at us. "Child locks."

I felt my stomach churn, realization dawning painfully slow. "What… what is going on, Tsuki?"

She glanced at me briefly through the rearview mirror, her expression unreadable. “I’m sorry,” she murmured before swinging her fist back, landing a brutal hit that sent me spiraling into unconsciousness.