Himiyo Koroko

Himiyo played with her left pigtail as she stared at the invitation that layed upon the kitchen counter. "So tomorrow's the party... Exciting!". Himiyo said sarcastically, as she fiddled with her hair. Her farther began to call for her from downstairs. 'Koro-chan! Get down here! We need you to wait some more tables!' After a deep sigh, Himiyo pulled on her pigtails as she walked down the stairs to the first floor of her house. The restaurant part. There were many people, considering the time of night it was. Her father swiftly handed her glasses and bottles of alcoholic beverages, instructing her as to which table she had to give them to. This was her life, and boy was she ready to hightail it out of there. After grueling hours of work, Hiyoko slumped on her bed and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a new life away from her parents and the restaurant, doing what she wanted, when she wanted. "Once I start that fancy pants school, everything will start coming up my way... I hope."

Upon waking to her alarm Himiyo set the time to nine am. About an hour before the arranged time she was expected to be seen at the shopping complex. Waking up and scratching her head, she ruffled up her hair. Taking a quick shower and changing into some casual clothes. A pink top and white skirt with some basic white shoes, she tied up her hair and placed her eyepatch on. "Old thing...". Grabbing her invitation, she left the house without saying anything to her parents. She took some public transport to travel to the shopping complex. Upon entering, she took note of the many people and smiling sales attendents. The shopping complex itself was roughly four levels high, with a glass roof. Himiyo saw a sign and some other kids roughly her age waiting over near a fountain in the middle of the floor. Walking over there she was about to say hello, but there was a sharp pain in the back of her neck. The pain travelled down her spine, up her arms, down her legs. Her vision became wild, it was as if everything had flipped upside down. Her head couldn't take the pain much longer... She collapsed.

...
"Ugh... My head.." Himiyo slowly opened her eyes. Her hazy vision began to become clear, even though she could only see out of one eye. She began to panic, scared of what had happened. She woke up in a dimly lit room. "HYAAA! WHAT THE HELL?!"
Her emotions were going wild, her heartbeat began to beat at the speed of light. Her breathing began to become more frantic. Clutching her head, she tried to remember what happened. But to her dismay, she could remember nothing. Not where she was, what happened before she woke up... Even who she was... Upon her stuggles in this room she found a door which appeared to be locked. From behind her she could hear the groaning of another person. Backing up against the door, she had nothing to defend herself against what was coming next...

Koshiro Hoshizaki

"Now then, you have your invitation letter?"

"Yes, mother."

"And packed all your suitcases ready for tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"And your cellphone? I would like you to call as soon as you're ready to be picked up."

Koshiro shook his head with a snort. "Yes. Of course, mother. Now please, stop worrying."

"Very well." The older woman smiled warmly at her son before planting a kiss on his forehead. "Have a lovely time, ok? Please try not to pester your new classmates too much. I know what you're like," she sniffed with an amused chuckle. "Just let that overimaginative brain relax for once."

Koshiro rolled his eyes with a dry expression. "I can guarantee nothing, mother."

And with that, Koshiro stepped out of the glossy black car parked outside the shopping complex. Only yesterday did he receive the invitation for a party celebrating the arrivals of new Ultimates of Hope's Peak Academy. He had been branded an 'Ultimate Director' (a title he accepted with much pride), and was more than eager to acclimate himself to the new students who would be shaping up the rest of his school career.

Perhaps even, there would be stars laying in wait for him to discover.

He turned and gave a final wave to the car before it drove off, leaving him standing alone before the complex. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. Hmm...where did it say to meet again? He pondered, taking a few tentative steps forward as he glanced briefly at his surroundings. He could hear the fountain trickling in the distance, and there appeared to be a small group of teenagers surrounding it.

Ah. That's most likely the place. Stashing the invitation back in his pocket, Koshiro started to make his way to the small crowd, a friendly, overbearing smile appearing on his face as he approached them. "Hello, everyone! I am-"

His words were cut short by a sharp shooting pain in the back of his neck, causing him to stagger slightly and clutch the back of his head in pain. "What the...?" He grunted, his knees hitting the hard ground as the world spun wildly around him.

The last thing he heard was the sound of trickling water before he slipped into unconsciousness.

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"HYAAA! WHAT THE HELL?!"

The sound of a young girl's shriek was enough to jolt Koshiro into alertness, his body flailing wildly as his eyes shot wide open. The lighting in the room was dim and the pain that ebbed away in the back of his mind made it difficult to surmise where or who he was exactly...

The next he heard was a desperate pounding on the door, white hot fear coursing through Koshiro's veins as he yelped and hugged what felt like the back of a wall helplessly. "W-Who's there?!" He cried, doing nothing to disguise the terror in his voice as he shook violently from both the adrenaline stemming from the situation, and the pain that still ached through his body. "S-Stay away!"

–Zivon-

Zivon sighed; he looked at the invitation on the table while his dad was making tea. He was not sure if he should go or not, lucky of course to be accepted but he still felt like he should not go. His dad put down a small cup of green tea beside the letter and patted his son’s head. “I am sure you will do well Zivy” His dad said in a calm tone, reassuring his son will do well. Zivon looked at him and looked back down, all day he was silent because of that letter. Was he worthy to go to such a prestigious school? ‘No…’ He though, his hands were shaking and he reached for the cup of tea. He did not want to leave his dad alone but his dad wanted him to go, he was afraid of being alone. “But…I am scared…what if they …” All these expectations…fear… ran through his head but to only feel his dad patting his head again. He looked at him and smiled bitterly, he was willing to go for his dad’s wish.

“Zivy,, I am sure you will do great…I promise you that.”

“B-but….I-I…”

“Believe okay? Believe in yourself that you can do this…”

“…”

His dad took his son’s shaking hands and grips them tightly…finally reassuring his son will be okay. Zivon looked at him and finally gave a nod.

---

Zivon hugged his dad like it was the last time and left but only giving a bow after that. He walked towards the bus while holding the invitation in his hands. Thought began to spread around his head; will they tease him because he title was the ultimate maid? Or he was willing to do any order? Or the fact he looked kind of girly? He wasn’t sure anymore but after waiting for a bus at the bus stop. One came by and he got on the bus, he closed his eyes and let the thoughts take over. Realizing he fell asleep for a while he asked to stop the bust and went out, looking at the tall shopping mall he fixed appearance to give at least a good first statement. He straightened his long black hair and fixed his red jacket, looking t the building again he gathered his courage and went in.

He saw a small bunch of people; some like his age waiting near a fountain… must be his new classmates. He slowly walked there, not even making a sound until he felt something.

…A sharp pain struck the back of his neck…

“D-da…?”

He tried calling out for his dad but until everything grew weary and then faded to black.

---

Hearing the sounds of banging Zivon woke up; his body felt weak and his head hurt really badly. It took him a while until he felt the pain in head dull away… but to only find out he did not know who he was or where was ... he was scared, in a dark lit room and not knowing if anyone was there. Zivon hugged himself tightly. Nothing but fear ran through his body, he closed his eyes and began to cry… This was too much, this was too much for him… “H-help…P-please…h-help…” He begged for something or someone to save him from fear.

Shou Hashimoto

"Isn't this wonderful!" his mother exclaimed. Shou was seated at the kitchen table. The invitation layer before him. He bore at it with disgust.

Ever since his parents received this otter a week ago, they haven't stopped talking about it. Apparently, he had been accepted into some prestigious school as was invited to a welcoming party in a city no to far away. This was the last thing Shou ever wanted: a reason for his parents to force him to go to school. How Shou despised school. He had been successful at avoiding it the last few years, insisting that he could do with a series of tutors instead. His particular line of work carried him all over the world on a daily basis. He had no time to write essays or work on assignments. He was fine on his own.

This horrid letter was going to change everything. He averted his eyes away from it and glance up at his mother. She was pacing around now, consumed by a rant about the many benefits of this so called Hopes Peak Academy.

"Oh, you'll love it, Shou. You'll make so many new friends and-"

"That's enough!" His voice came out louder than he expected. His mother froze. Her face was a mixture of shock and confusion.

"B-But, Shou" she stuttered.

"Why should I go to some stupid school? I already have plans to leave for London in two days. Elton has everything ready-"

"Think your education is more important tan your ghost hunts. This is a huge opportunity for you. Do you really just want to throw it away?" It was his father's turn to interrupt. Shou paused for a moment before answering.

"Well, yes, I do." His voice was quite, but the impact of his words silence the entire house. He did not wait for a response and stormed to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He wasn't going to fall victim to his parents' guilt trips again.

---

So, why was he standing in front of the entrance to the mall? Apparently, his parents' guilt trip strategy was stronger than he imagined. Non of this mattered now, of course. He had no licenses, no car, and no way to change his mind. He was stuck here until his parents picked him up.

The parking lot was practically deserted when he arrived. He remembered that the letter had said something about the school buying out the whole complex for the party. Shou would think that a few more people would be arriving. Did it have to do with the fact that he was late? Shou shrugged are started for the double doors. All that mattered to him was the location of the food court.

Just as his hand grasped the handlebars, a faint laughter echoed behind him. He had no time to react before a sharp pain paralyzed his body. He collapsed in an instant on the pavement.

---

Shou was awoken by a stinging sensation in his neck. He rose to his feet in a haze and rubbed the back of his neck. He grimaced in pain. A million and one hung over him as he took in his surrounds. It was too dark to make out anything in particular. All he could see was a beam of light coming out from under a door. Shou rushed over to it and tried the knob. Locked. Of course.

Shou heard the sound of someone's faint mumurs on the other side of the room. Unable to locate their origin, he called out to the stranger.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

-Eien : Concert Hall-
The boy sighed as he looked at the crowd before him, all dressed in their fancy tuxedos and pretty gowns awaiting for the boy to come out and play. Tonight was his last concert for a while, and so the place was just about filled to the brim with people right now awaiting the concert. The piano was laid on the center of the stage, just begging to be played by him, and he smiled as he remembered his passion. He remembered the days when he enjoyed playing the piano for fun, and no other reason than to fill that empty void within him. Though the piano filled the emptiness within him, the void within him eventually grew larger when that incident happened. The boy snapped back to reality as a familiar voice encouraged him to go on stage.

"... Yeah, got it sensei..."

The boy regained his calm composure, and frowned slightly as he went onto the stage. This was the reality he was living, and had little to no power to alter different parts of his destiny. You can't repeat the past, much less change the things that happened to his family. He was irritated at how they threw a blind eye to his family and feelings and kept using him to money. He hated them for it and much less wish those people would disappear.

As he stepped onto the stage, the audience began clapping as he made his way over to the piano. As soon as he was within range, he gave a quick bow to the audience, and adjusted bow tie before sitting on the chair. He looked at the elegantly crafts instrument, and stared at the ivory keys be for playing the first song of many songs conjured up tonight in this hall.

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-Eien : Shopping Complex-

The boy stared up at the complete before him, and shoved a hand into one of his jacket pockets and produced a letter from it. So this was where they were having the welcoming party, huh? It irked him a bit that they we r having at a mall, and he found it rather strange in a way. He felt that they should of been having the party inside the school, but then again, why interrupt the other students. He pocketed the letter, and began making his way to the shopping complex.

"Hopefully this makes my mundane day less irritating than it has been today."

It had been a rather annoying day in which his "mentors" tried to call the whole thing off and keep him from going. They did everything in their power to keep him from going, but he slipped through their greedy fingers, and drove over to the place himself with his clothes all packed. Hopefully they wouldn't realize that Eien had left for the mall, and would be heading to the mall to retrieve Eien.

This was all he could recall as he made his way into the shopping complex... Too bad these would be the only feel things he could remember for the time being.

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-Eien : ???-

Eien groaned as he came back to his senses, awaking in a room with no recollection of how he got there, and who the other people asleep were. He began studying the room around him before shaking his head in annoyance. Was this some sort of punishment his "mentors" had conjured up for him due to his disobedience? He dismissed the idea as he walked over to the girl in a strange dress with a rather worried expression on his face.

"Hey, Missy, are you ok?"

Hideaki Fudai

"....and so you see, not only to I gain the prestige of attending this exclusive academy, but I will also be provided with the unique opportunity to acquire paraphernalia relating to a number of famous individuals from all walks of life. My fame will grow, and so too will my collection. Truly, a fortuitous occasion if ever there was one!"

All seated at the table clapped as Hideaki finished his speech. This gathering was a celebration called by him to mark the occasion on which he would be entering Hope's Peak Academy. He had called business associates and relatives from far and wide to make this event a true spectacle. After all, a recognition of his talents was something that deserved a real occasion to go along with it.

"You've really done well for yourself, kiddo." Speaking was Hideaki's uncle. "But didn't I hear that they were having a party of their own?"

"Indeed they are." Hideaki told him. "However, I would never be satisfied unless I hosted my own event, to my own standards, and with the people I know and love present for it." He spoke the last part addressed to the entire group, which was met with a resounding cheer. "Besides, I could never pass on the opportunity to call something my own. You know that, uncle."

"Hah, yeah! You're the Super High School Level Hoar-" He stopped himself, with Hideaki's expression turning from a pleasant smile to an icy glare. "Collector through and through."

"Quite." Hideaki said through gritted teeth. "Besides, they're hosting it in a shopping complex. What on earth were they thinking? I do hope this isn't an indication of things to come. It sounds more befitting a gaggle of schoolgirls than an event for people of note."

"Whaddaya gonna do? Some people like that stuff. But don't let it get to ya; you worked for this, you earned it. It's all you!"

"Yes indeed."

Hideaki would later make his way to the party at the mall. He expected little from it, other than a good opportunity to add to his collection. Indeed, he even arrived to see naught but a gathering of friends. He expected more pomp and ceremony. And perhaps there would've been, if not for his sudden spasm of pain and immediate collapse.

---

Hideaki arose to find himself in a room most unfamiliar to him. "What on earth...?" He murmured, as he stood up straight and tall. It was dark, but he could see other people were here with him. "Hello?" He asked sheepishly. He had no idea what was going on or where he was, and these people could be hostile. It was best to tread carefully, and slowly figure out what the situation was.....

Tamiko Yokoshima

Sitting around, doing not much of anything. That was what Tamiko was usually found 'doing', in between events of note. She had no real hobbies. Reading bored her, and television wasn't half as exciting as doing things herself. Anyone that looked at her right now would think she was miserable. She would just tell them she was biding her time. Why waste energy when there was nothing worth wasting it on? So there she sat, awaiting the time at which she would be ported off to this new school. She had made an effort to get into it out of guilt, and she didn't really care much for the idea of attending this "Hope's Peak Academy". But at least they were throwing a party, and that she could get behind. She could only hope they wouldn't follow it up with a whole lot of work.

At some point, her dad came in. "It's time to go, Tamiko." He was going to drive her to the mall for the party. Tamiko grunted to indicate she had heard him, and picked herself off the couch.

"You will promise me that you'll try your best at the academy, right?"

"Already did." Tamiko had been made to promise many times over that she would do her best to make something of herself at this academy. She didn't see the need, but her parents really wanted her to keep affirming it.

"With some emotion, Tamiko." Her dad whined as she got into the car with him.

"I will try my hardest." She replied. She didn't put all that much effort into saying it, but it was a notable change from her usual tone.

"That'll do." He sounded far from satisfied. But he also knew there wasn't much to be achieved twisting Tamiko's arm. "I've told you a hundred times our hopes are riding on you, and I'll tell you as many times as I feel like. This is your big chance, you can't let it go to waste." Tamiko grunted in affirmation. Her dad would continue to intermittently ask her to state that she was going to do her best. She told him what he wanted to hear each time. She did plan on trying to be something, but she doubted she was going to be the something they wanted her to be. They expected her to end up being a scientist or a doctor or whatever else. She hoped she would find out that she could make a career off of professional partying. But even she knew it was probably a vain hope. This whole academy was a vain hope. She just wanted it to be a bearable experience.

Finally arriving at the mall, she knew it was time for the party. As she got closer, she could feel the rush as her energy came to her.

She was in her element. She was definitely going to have fun.

And she was definitely going to suddenly feel a sharp pain and black out.

---

Tamiko awoke in a dark room with no idea how she got there. In fact, she didn't even recall her own name until it strangely came to her within a few moments of waking up. Hearing a crying sound in the room, Tamiko noticed she was sharing the room with someone else. Tamiko approached the girl. "Hey, are you alright there?" She asked. She had no idea how she got here, but maybe this person would know. Hopefully she wouldn't be creeped out by the answer.

~Etsuya Eto~

Etsuya traced the red line along his chest, streaking down from top right of his shoulder, across to the left side of his hip. He could feel its searing pain etched not only into his body, but into his mind as well. However, this sensation didn’t bring forth any remorse, nor did it bring up pain. These were simply lines layered upon his skin to alleviate others. And he could feel no greater joy than that sensation. Etsuya removed his fingers from his chest, bending down to pick up one of his shirts strewn across the floor. The shirt brought about a light sting wherever the fibers brushed his wounds. He didn’t mind it though, everything was for a cause, and so long as he held true to his ideals nothing could stop him from success, especially not pain.

Etsuya spotted his acceptance letter, folded neatly atop his dresser. His mother had been overjoyed at his acceptance however, his father hadn’t showed any reaction. The only response that’d been given was a gruff “You’re going” And that was the end of that. His mother’s reaction had given him a burst of joy. After all, one was better than none, especially when it came to the happiness people felt.

---

Now here he was, a guest at an acceptance party for the elite of the elite, a gathering for the best of the best. Here he stood, soon to be recognized as one of the members of the greatest education facility known to man. He smiled to himself mischievously as a thought crossed his mind. Heh, father’s going to be overjoyed by the end of this. As a student at Hopes Peak he would bring glory to his parent’s name. They would bask in their pride, whether it be in him or in their self-glorification.

Etsuya began walking forward, pushing the doors open into the shopping complex. Almost immediately he noticed a fountain with a large gathering being held in front of it. A smile lit up his face as he began to jog towards the group of people. He extended his arms up, above his head as a surge of unparalleled happiness coursed through him, igniting his very being.

“Heyo ev-“ His voice cut off as his entire body began to feel numb, his arms drooping and his feet sliding out from under him. He couldn’t hear any voices of concern, nobody wondering what was happening. All he could hear was a faint laughter, seemingly whispering into his ear as his mind began to completely cloud over.

---

Etsuya awoke slowly. He couldn’t see or hear anything, everything was blackness. He didn’t even try to get off the floor. Something was up with him. His body felt week and when he tried to think his mind became cloud like and completely jumbled. Where was he? What was he doing? Who is this he? His mind was completely in a jumble. He began to recite his thoughts out loud in hopes that he could clarify his questions.

“Where am I? What was I doing? Who am I? Where am I? What was I doing? Who am I?” He mumbled under his breath, with none of his answers becoming any clearer.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

Suddenly a voice cut through the darkness and Etsuya felt eyes adjusted enough for him to see a figure, becoming visible from the only source of light, a thin sliver of light, leaking through what must’ve been a door. This revelation brought about newfound strength from within his core, pulling him off the floor and bringing him to his feet. He swayed slightly as he squinted his eyes to try to make out who the figure was. He smiled slightly before calling back to the figure.

“Yeah, never better,” he said before feeling his knees buckle under his weight, dropping him face first onto the floor.

“Aha!” He suddenly exclaimed as the jolt brought forth a memory into his mind.

“E-tsu-ya E-to” He said, abandoning the very thought of his fall.

He rolled over onto his back with his head tilted back, looking in the direction of the figure.

“And what would your name be, mysterious shadowy figure?”

Yategi Oquiza

Yategi stares at his invitation as he sighs sitting down on his bed.He then looks up at the light at the top of his bed "I shall go on this epic journey" he says he noticed that his glasses were falling off.He then pushes his glasses up his nose as the glass reflects the light.Yategi then lifts up his Backpack from his bed.He heads out of his room walking down the stairs seeing his Uncle."Hey" his Uncle says looking at him."Uh Well i guess this is goodbye for now" Yategi says walking towards the door the leads outside the house."Good luck Yategi" Says his Uncle as Yategi opens the door.He then sees the amazing view outside his house as he starts walking to the Shopping Complex.

Yategi continues walking seeing no signs of people anywhere as he walks down the empty Street.He sees the Shopping Complex in the distance.He then runs to the Shopping Complex in excitement.He is only a couple blocks away from the Shopping Complex.When he got there he saw people near the fountain they must be attending too.He runs towards the fountain but before he could say a word he felt a Shiver down his spine.That Shiver became pain.The pain then moves to his neck causing him to pass out

Yategi slowly opens his eye.He would be in a dark room having no memory of what happend.He then started to notice he was in pain as his head started aching.He felt scared in a room filled with darkness.He did not know who he was or where he was that was enough for him to be scared.He rubbed his head as he sees two people in the distance It was a Male and a Female he did not know who they were "What on earth...?" "Hello?" says the Male.

Kincaid

Kincaid walked out of the mansion, fresh blood on her black dress. It was a quick, easy kill. The informant paid off, target dead with a slit throat, and only one servant had to die because she got nosy. Oh well, not every job goes perfectly. It was just a hazard of the job.

The assassin made it to her safe house before turning her phone back on. She had 5 missed calls, and 3 messages. "Hey Gabby, you've got an invitation to some school. Come home as soon as you can. The hell? Oh yeah, that place she took the exam for. They responded that fucking fast? Damn. She had to get home quick, to change out of her bloodstained outfit.

Kincaid arrived at the mall, and looked around. Huh, she thought there'd at least be some more customers. No matter, she had business inside the mall. Unfortunately, her honed senses couldn't stop her from blacking out when she entered.

Kincaid woke up, her face sore from having slept with her mask on. Why didn't she take it off again? She didn't feel her hat on her head either. She reached around for it, before noticing the guy who was approaching her. He called her missy. If she had been more conscious, she'd have slapped him right then. She stood up, before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine. Face is a little sore from sleeping with my mask on. Where are we?"

---

Ema

Ema was in the middle of a very intense poker game. She had already won over 10 million yen from this fool, but she wanted to make him go bankrupt. He thought he could cheat her luck? She'd seen him pull cards out of his jacket, to make his hand better, but she knew that her hand would always win. A few more games, and the poor sap would be bankrupt, and in debt to her! It was probably an evil way to use her good luck, but Ema didn't give a shit at the time.

"Listen up bitch, this is the last game. I'm betting it all on this! I'll fucking kill you if you win!"

"Oh really? How about you take out the three aces from your sleeves to see if that'll help? Here's a hint, it won't"

Ema chuckled as she spoke, taunting the yakuza tough. He made it too easy. He did exactly as she said, and pulled out the aces, laying down a hand with 2 kings, and 3 aces. Ema yawned, and then laid down her Royal Flush. She chuckled, as the guy pulled her gun, and pointed at her. She stared at him, the biggest shit eating grin on her face.

"Go on, pull the trigger. Let me know when you'll pay up, cause I own everything that was yours now, darling~!"

As Ema said this, the yakuza's gun jammed, and Ema quickly grabbed the cash he had just put up, and ran out of the bar, laughing like a mad woman.

She made it to her apartment in time to see the mailman drive off. She opened up her mail, and saw a rather fancy piece of paper from some school. She read it, and sighed. Oh great, her luck won her ANOTHER lottery. Did she even enter this one? She couldn't remember, but decided to check it out since she didn't have any other plans. That was a hell of a mistake for her.

Ema woke up, rubbing her the back of her head. She looked around. Great. She sat up on her knees, looking at the passed out tall guy, and the other person who was awake. "Hey, you know what happened to us?

Mako Kashiwagi

It was a fairly typical day for Mako. Before leaving for the shopping complex, he had breakfast with his mother and father, made a quick post on his Tumblr about what he was up to.

'Hey guys! Well todays the day. Remember how I got accepted in to Hopes Peak Academy? Well they're holding a party for all the newest entrees, which includes me! Haha!
I've just enterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrxsatkbsinjbasonsoabdksj...'
He landed on his phone as the sharp pain took over his body. His vision blackening, mind warping.

That post never got posted, what a shame...

Upon waking to the sound of disgruntled people talking, Mako scratched the back of his neck.
"What the heck is going on? uh... Whys' it'a so dark in? Here?"
Said Mako confused. He then asked
"Uh, does anybody elses' head feel funny? And can somebody! Please! Turn the lights on!"

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Himiyo Koroko

She had been banging on the door for what felt like forever. Her fists went a bright red, not that she could even see them. The voice from before had been trying to understand the situation itself. Judging by the sound, it had to be male. Great. Thought Himiyo. Stuck in a dark room with a guy. If that doesn't scream attempted rape...
"Look here you perverted sicko! You won't be getting away with this! Not if my names' not!..." She paused for a moment. "Well shit. I can't remember... My name... Now that I think about it I really can't remember anything about myself!" Himiyo began to fume. She punched the locked door once more.

"Look pervert, I dunno who you are, or what you did to get us locked in here. But you're going to get us out!"
It was as if by some chance mirical. The room lit up like they were never turned off. Himyo's eyes, or 'eye' was hurt by the sudden flash. Atleast now she could see the fool that had supposedly trapped her. A male with blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes and a fedora with a pink ribbon or something tied to it.

–Zivon-

Zivon was too afraid to look at the owner of the girl's voice, he did not know who he was but a of some sort of a name started to come back. Zo-zonon Borshenk but Zivon seemed to cling around. ‘I-is that me?’ He questioned the name that pop right in his head and hugged himself tighter. He wanted to know what was going on and why…why he can’t remember anything but that name… The lights turned, it seemed that they were stuck in some sort of closet but it seemed not important about where they are but why are they are there. Looking at the girl that had red hair and wiping his tears with his sleeves, he gather whatever courage he had and spoke.

“I-I…d-d-on’t kn-ow…I a-m scar-ed….w-her-e…wh-ere i-s th-is?….” He stuttered out, the fear and anxiety rushed over, almost kicking out the courage he had before and replacing it with fear. “wh-why h-here? Wh….” Tears started to fall down from his face and he was almost having a panic attack. Heavy breathing, tears, confused position... he was getting a panic attack. “W-hy…can-’t I-I rem-em-ber an-yth-ing?….”

Yategi Oquiza

Yategi then notices the Male is also confused but Yategi did not say a word.He tries to look inside his own mind to find some lost memories but all he could remember was his name.He rubs his head once more. Suddenly the room lit up with a bright light Yategi then sees the Male with bright brown hair.Yategi was probably just as confused as him.He also began to think if there were anyone else out there.

“i don't know where i am” Yategi says out loud.”Tell me where iam”He then demands the Male to Answer.Yategi starts shaking as a tear drop from his eye.He then realizes that the Male might not know anything either.He looks at the him again “Sorry to ask but are we in the exact same situation?”

Koshiro Hoshizaki

The voice that responded to Koshiro's plea was female, and undeniably angry, which only unnerved Koshiro even more. "W-Wait! 'Perverted sicko'? Me? You're the one who trapped me in here!" He yelled back defiantly, his voice jumping higher in tone as he accidentally knocked into something hard and metal in the darkness. Where on earth was he? And who was this scary sounding girl? There was no way he kidnapped her...did he? If only he could remember!

He blinked as he heard her swear and say something about losing her memories. Wait...so she's the same as me? But then again...it might be a trap! I'd better not listen to her.

He tried to feel his way through the inky darkness, hoping to find a lightswitch or something to that effect so that he could better understand the situation. Eventually, his hand closed around something soft and bony, his lips parting to let out a little gasp of surprise. Was that...?

Just at that moment, the lights flickered on, causing Koshiro to squeeze his eyes shut from the pain of the sudden harsh light. He squinted through the brightness, finally recognising the fleshy object in his hand to actually be the girl's wrist. Furthermore, the girl herself looked positively terrifying; an eyepatch was slung over her right eye, her blonde hair was styled into two symmetrical pigtails, and the expression on her face was enough to make Koshiro's blood run cold. Dear lord...this was his kidnapper? All Koshiro could do was gape at her in pure disbelief.

-Eien : ???-

As the girl responded to the question, he took a look around the room, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room. As he did his best to search for a way out, another voice penetrated his ears as the voice asked what was going on. The boy sighed in irritation before quickly responding to both of their questions.

"If I knew what was going on, I would of top you guys already, however, I have naught a clue about what transpired... However..."

As the boys eye caught sight of a rectangular object, he walked towards it making it out to be a door. The boy sneered, as he found the possible answer to their problems. He reached his hand out to the door, and began attempting to open it, and much to his annoyance it wouldn't open.

"This might be the way out of here. We can figure out what the hell is going on once we escape this prison... For now, we can either look for a way to open or break down the door, or bide our time for n-"

As he spoke, he cut himself off as a bright luminescent light lit up the room that he was occupying with the others. He grinds his teeth in irritation as he shields his eyes as the light shines on. As soon as his eyes adjust, he sighs before speaking to the others.

"Can you guys recall anything that happened that could shine some light on any certain possibility that happened... If not, then lets find a way to get out of here or hope whoever was stupid enough to cage us will open the door."

Tamiko Yokoshima

This person was really spazzing out over the situation. It made Tamiko feel tired just looking at all the energy she was putting into freaking out. She could kinda understand; there was something about weird about this whole situation. She couldn't remember for the life of her what she was doing here. But one thing she did know was that she didn't have the motivation to do something as stressful as freak out. She didn't know why, but that's just how she felt.

"Okay, just calm down, this probably isn't anything that serious...." She didn't entirely believe her own words, but she didn't think it was a good idea to let this girl get worked up anymore than they already were. Getting her bearings, Tamiko decided to do the obvious thing and try opening the door. It was locked. And yet Tamiko still couldn't summon the energy to get worked up about it herself. In the back of her head, she felt like she should be more concerned about all this, but she just couldn't summon the energy to do so. She just slumped down on the wall near the door. "Looks like we're stuck." She told the other person. "Umm.....I'm Tamiko. What's your name?" Making small talk was the only thing she could think to do in this situation. Maybe it would help the other girl calm down. If not, Tamiko would just have to sit here and look like a deflated bag until someone unlocked the door.

Shou Hashimoto

In the darkness, a shadow of another person was spiraled acres the floor. Shou watched it from a afar, unsure whether to approach it. He called out to the stranger when he was noticed.

"H-hastimoto. Hashimoto Shou," he replied. The name formed easily on his lips, though he swore he had never heard it before. I couldn't be his name... or could it? He wasn't able to think of anything other name that could be his own. He wasn't able to find answers to many of the questions on his mind. What was his age? Who was his parents? Did he have parents? Where did he live? What was his likes? His dislikes? His job? Did he have a job?
Who has Shou Hashimoto?
Shouldn't he know that answers and why didn't he? Shou realized that these were the exact same questions his roommate was calling out only moments ago.

He decided to shake off his burning questions for the time being and focus rather on the problem at hand. The lights flickered on above him to unveil the location of their confinement. Shou could not believe his eyes. They were stuck in what seemed to be a janitors closet. Just great, he thought.

Strolling to the other side of the closet, he lent a hand to the brunette boy laying on the ground.

"You know, if would be nice if you helped me find a way out of here instead of laying around," Shou noted with a cocky smile.

Kincaid

She tried to think back to what happened before coming to wherever it was they were trapped, but her mind ran straight into a brick wall. Thankfully, it cracked the tiniest bit, but only a single word came fluttering out. It was what she had to assume was her name. It was Kincaid. It didn't sound like a normal name, that was for sure. An alias perhaps? Who knows, she'd find out later. The more important thing was to build trust among these people, so they wouldn't betray her.

"I can't say that I do. Trying to remember anything before waking up is like ramming my skull into a thick piece of steel. However, I did recall my name. It's Kincaid, if you'd like to know. How about you, can you recall something from before you woke up here?" Kincaid adjusted her mask, making sure it was covering her face. She wasn't sure why, but it made her feel more comfortable to have people not be able to readily identify her. If that was the case, why offer up her name so easily? Gah, she couldn't stand not knowing herself, and it was going to drive her mad if she didn't get her amnesia cleared soon.

Himiyo Koroko

It would seem that Himiyo's attitude somewhat unnerved the boy. She could practically feel the emotions being discharged by the guy. When the lights turned on his mouth practically hit yhe floor, something about her seemed to cause his surprise.

"How rude! Some man you are! That's not how you greet a pretty girl like myself!"
Flicking some dirt off her left shoulder she bent down to see him eyes to... Eye.
"So, fess up, what do you go by? Or will I have to keep calling you pervert, or would you prefer sicko?"
She looked at him with an unamused expression.

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Mako Kashiwagi

Mako scratched his left ear. "Yeah mate, if we had any idea what was going on, we'd probably be hightailing it out of here. As it is I can barely remember who I am, all I can think of is, Kashiwagi, count yourself lucky you remember something!"

Getting off his butt and onto his feet, he squinted in order to ajust his eyes to the light that turned on. "I don't supposed anybody stashed a key up in one of these boxes?" Walking over to a few of the boxes on the shelf, he opened one up to find some rags, and cleaning detergent. He turned back to the other two.

"Maybe we can grease up the lock or something? Haha"
Mako tried to lighten the mood on this dispairing situation.

-Zivon-

Zion tried to get a grip on himself, he knew panicking won't help but still... Few times he experience the real world and now he gets stuck in what seemed like a closet with a person he does not know and has no memory but his name. That is pretty serious for him, there is no way he could believe this was not that serious... His breathing was slowing down at least and he seemed to stop cuing but only sniffling. Watching the girl try to open the door made him want to leave. Why was he in there in the first place? That what he wanted to know...

Gathering some courage he spoke in a timid and scared voice. " Uumm...I-I a-am...Zi-Ziv-on...I-I th-thin-k..." He said his name, still not sure of that is his real name. While looking at the ceiling there were no vents so escape from there was not possible. Zivon wanted to leave but he had to breath and calm down. Wiping tears with his sleeve he looked at the girl again. "Y-you o-ok-ay?" He asked, she looked very tired and had not much energy. That reminded him that he was tired as well, really what was going one here?

-Eien : ???-

As the boy huh ears both of their responses, he sighed in annoyance. He shook his head in disappointment at the door, unsatisfied that naught one of the two people he was stuck with couldn't recall what happened. He was stuck in an unnerving situation where he couldn't recall anything at the moment, and neither did the other victims. Eien stared at the door, listening to the two as they introduced themselves to each other... Well except for Eien. He felt he nneeded to be cautious around those two since he didn't know anything about the two other than their names. He tried to recall if he heard their names anywhere, but much to his disposition, he couldn't identify if he had heard his somewhere. As his memory failed him, he slammed the door with his right fist in irritation, before calming himself down, relieved that he unleashed a tiny bit of his annoyance.

"Well, I'll be honest... It wouldn't hurt to try your suggestion Kashigawa, however, before we do that I believe we should complete our introductions, as it would be a bit rude if we didn't learn each others names... Mine is... Uhm..."

Out of all these times, he struggled to recall his own name. He held a look of annoyance on his face as he pondered what name he held dearest to him. It was almost sad to him, an it enraged him that he couldn't remember. It made him look like a fool, a dimwitted imbecile who couldn't even recall the letters of the alphabet or how to count. It shock him; it hurt his pride, and it made him envious that those two had such knowledge of themselves. As he continued to endure his mental endeavor in remembering himself, he finally remembered who he was... Or rather, what his name was. He sighed, and let out a small smile at such a miniscule victory. He pivoted around to face the two, and gave the two a polite smiled.

"My name is Eien, and its a pleasure to meet you Miss Kincaid and Mister Kashigawa... Now, lets try your plan out Kashigawa, its worth a shot."

The boy walked over to where the boy was, and aided him in his search for a key of sorts. He quickly grabbed a random box from the shelf and opened it up. He then peered into the box, looking at what contents there were to behold. Maybe there was a key like he said, or maybe there were just useless items put there to waste their time.