[center][color=8dc73f][h1]Miyako Inoue[/h1][/color][/center]
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A rancid stench, just like that of rotting meat. An opressive feeling, just like that of Father's disapproval when he found out she fluked that end of term exam. Miyako wriggled on the wooden floor, deep into a dreadful nightmare until the smell jolted her awake. Straightening up, she looked around her just to see how she went from a horrorific vision to another one. [color=8dc73f]"What... What happened to the class?"[/color] she asked outloud. The only answer she got was the sound of her own breathing. [color=8dc73f]"Is... anyone here?"[/color] she voiced, crealy anxious as she slowly stood up. The creaky sound of the planks under her feet was the world's reply. Not her world, though; it was a completely different place, as the scarlet sky and the macabre landscape evidenced. Not even the classroom was saved from the chaos: the chairs and desks were scattered around the place, the walls were covered in a dark, thick sludge and the blackboard, asides of being unhinged, was covered with deep scratches. 
Fear began to settle in the young girl's mind as she walked around the classroom, capturing more and more details of the gruesome scene, slowly becoming more and more anxious. Finally, when she couldn't cope with the situation anymore, she froze were she stood. She remained in that position for a couple of seconds, tears welling up in her eyes as she muttered [color=8dc73f]"No... No... No... No..."[/color] Miyako's denial soon began to pick up in speed and strength, sending the young maiden to her knees as she shrieked for help, grasping her head while she looked on the floor. She should have never opened her eyes, she should have remained in the nightmare.