But I'll find a way to fix you

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FUYUHIKO POV
(Bet y'all didn't expect this now did ya•v•)

    I followed Komaeda down the road as Hajime led us to wherever Izuru was. Ugh, I still can't shake this feeling that... maybe Hajime's on Izuru's side... But that's probably just paranoia.  At least, I hope so.
    As we ran down the street,  Hajime pointed to where we were supposed to go next.
    "I-It's right here..." He stuttered,  pointing to an old broken down building.  The reserve course.  Goddammit Izuru.  You're really going to torture your brother like this?  Your own flesh and blood!? That's probably why he doesn't remember nothing!  Because of all that shit you put him through!
    I saw Komaeda staring at the building with guilt filled eyes,  but me,  Peko,  Ibuki,  and Kazuichi were pissed. I cracked my knuckles before putting a hand on Komaeda's shoulder.
    "We're goin' in.  You comin'?" That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts because he just started marching in on his own.  Hajime shrunk a bit,  preparing for whatever was to come.
    "Hajime," Nagito started,  looking back at the brown haired idiot. "Do you know where we're supposed to go next?" Hajime nodded and pointed to the side door of the building.
    "The front has traps..." We all followed his directions,  one by one like a line of ducklings following their mother.  Wait,  that's a weird comparison...
    "H-He should be i-in here...." Hajime pointed to a door, much more sturdy than the rest of the building.  It was a large,  metal door.  Not steel,  but it still wouldn't be easy to get through.  That is,  if you were normal.
    I snapped my fingers. "Peko, you know what to do," And with that,  Peko sliced the door in two. Good thing she brought her real sword. 
    My eyes widened as I looked into the room.  The left end was filled to the brim with torture weapons, some new,  some old,  rusted and used. The right side of the room was completely different.  The walls were covered in blood and carved writing.
All the writing said... 'Help me!'
     I saw Hajime cover his face when a tall figure emerged from the shadows,  hair reaching the floor.
    "Hello,  little brother.  Welcome back home."

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