Late on a Sunday night Morishige got a knock on his door, pulling him from his trance in a fright. He walked over to the door pulling it open only to be met with the face of Seiko. Immediately he goes to slam is door shut but she was faster as she wedged her foot in the door.
"Tch" , as he reeled back to slam it again Seiko forced her way inside pushing him back into a wall, "Your helping me, wether you like it or not." Morishige adjusted his glasses his expression unchanged, "Get out of my house.". Seiko shook her head , "No. you are helping me save our friends.". Morishige shrugged tugging his shoulder from her grip, "Save what friends? We are al alive.". He looked over slipping his phone into his pocket.
Seiko huffed "Ayumi, Yoshiki, Naomi, Yuka, Satoshi. The friends we grew up with, who were your friends.". Morishige glanced away scratching his ear, his expression almost annoyed, "Who? I never heard of these people in my life.". Seiko was silent tempted to retaliate scanning the room around them, and she saw it, a slip of paper. Seiko sighed, "So you did forget.." , She sighed pacing the room and then grabbing the scrap of paper causing Morishige to lunge at her slightly.
Seiko smiled , "If you didn't remember then why flinch at this piece of paper, why keep it?". Morishige straightened up clearing his throat and looked away silent. Nose twitching in annoyance Seiko murmured , "You wont help, me , too bad.." she set down the piece of paper and walked out.
Once the door slammed Morishige made his way over to where the scrap laid and picked it up. Sighing in relief before slipping it into a drawer.
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The Ones Who Survived
HorrorCorpse party has a vast of characters that get killed off in the first game, then the rest follows the survivors; but what if the roles are switched? The ones who died are now the survivors as the series is retold!
