Hitomi wasn't sure what in the devil had come over her for her to accept an invitation to a concert - and a metal one, to boot. It wasn't that she had anything against the music genre or those enjoying it, heck, it was quite the contrary; in the confines of her room when nobody could see or hear, she often found herself enjoying similar music. It was empowering to listen to, and even if only for a while, it gave her courage. Of course, all that was thrown out the window the second she had to step out of her room anyway, but still. Those few moments of feeling some level of self-worth were, well, worth it. But going to a metal concert was a different matter altogether. She wasn't sure if she could ever hope to feel comfortable around the kind of crowd that was sure to gather at the scene, and feared she would look horribly out of place. As such, a small part of her actually encouraged her to wear her favorite black dress to at least blend in color-wise, but of course her nerves would never allow that.

So there she stood now, hiding behind a vending machine and every now and again daring a peek at the actual band. Their music was pretty good, and most of the people there didn't look as scary or dark as she had feared, so blending in wasn't that big of an issue in the end. Heck, even the colorful foreign boy was there. She wondered if he could truly enjoy his time, when he didn't understand the language being sung and spoken everywhere around him, but he didn't look sad at the very least. How did he manage that?

Hitomi sighed softly to herself, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was already midnight.

And no sooner had she finished that thought, when the lights went out and the music stopped abruptly. The girl jumped against the machine she was hiding behind, rushing to turn around and glance at the stage to see what had happened - only for her eyes to widen in shock and a scream to escape her throat before she could help herself at the sight; where the band had been playing just minutes prior now stood a handful of coffins, silent, eerie. And a quick look around told her that it wasn't just the band being turned, either. No, she was surrounded by the same kind of coffins on all sides. She felt dizzy. What was going on?! If it had just been the band transforming, she could have believed it was just part of the show, but when the crowd was affected by it as well - was, was it a curse? Was she dreaming? Maybe she never left her room, and would soon roll off her bed, sweating and trembling. She truly hoped that.

The sound of a gunshot shook her from her thoughts and sent her stumbling back and on her behind on the floor. Her eyes darted at the source of the voice, and she had to pull a hand over her mouth not to scream [i]again[/i]. There was a strange creature wrapping itself around one of the students, and the boy had a [i]gun[/i] and nobody but her seemed to be panicking about any of it. T-then, was it part of the show after all? Was she just being stupidly cowardly? She swallowed, holding back tears and pushed herself back to stand on trembling legs. If that was the case, she wouldn't show her fear either. She didn't want to be the nuisance that ruined the show. 

But then he was told to stay behind along with the other transfer students, when people started to leave. Leo, despite being told to wait, was about to follow. Hitomi shrunk against the machine again. Was everyone else just... going to go and leave her there? Should she go as well, then? No, no, she was told to stay, so she would. She didn't want to be trouble.

[i]B-but... d-damn it, you better not abandon me here![/i]