Corpse Party One-Shots

Alone (Sakutaro Morishige)

Wizzy: Here's another version of the Alone one-shots.

I'm not the type to forget things easily. Whether it be a person, something someone did to me or for me, or just a simple everyday object, I never forget. And not the type to forgive easily either. No, forgetfulness isn't a trait I have. So I knew that something was up the moment I'd "forgotten" my favorite book on my desk at school.

While I never tried to get on anyone's bad side, that didn't mean I didn't have enemies. No doubt I "forgot" my book because a certain person had wanted to get back at me. No, more like persons. He always had his little posse with him.

Entering my now empty classroom, I spotted my "forgotten" book sitting on my desk. The room was dark except for what little light came in through the blinds on the windows. This seemed too set up. I could feel it; something was about to happen. All I could do was face it.

Cautiously, I approached my desk. They were there; I could sense them. The Lone Wolf of Kisaragi Academy was never wrong about these things. Carefully, I reached for the book. I picked it up, only to set it right back down as three figures emerged from the shadows.

"We've been waiting for you to show up," that all too familiar voice taunted me.

"Likewise," I said, preparing myself for what was to come.

(Morishige's POV)

Wandering through the empty hallway, I hadn't expected anyone to still be around. Noticing the open door, I crept up to it and peeked in.

The sight before me wasn't quite what I'd expected to see. A girl I barely knew and three boys I didn't know at all were there, and I doubt the trio had any good intentions. They were surrounding the girl, one of them holding what looked like a knife. Clearly, this wasn't just some friendly chat; the trio had some sort of score to settle.

What do I do? Should I step in and play the hero? Or should I just walk away? They don't call her a Lone Wolf for nothing. She didn't accept anyone's help for anything; would it even make any difference if I jumped into this mess?

No, this isn't any of my business. I turned my head away from the scene and started to walk away. For just a moment, I paused and glanced back at the classroom door. This isn't my fight. She wouldn't want anyone to interfere anyway. If she wanted help, she would call out. No, this is better left alone. With that in mind, I walked out of that school.

Little did I know, the Lone Wolf wouldn't be in school the next day. Or any day after that.