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Saito silently watched the static of the television unable to peel his eyes away, it was almost like he wasn't there any longer, trapped in his mind inside a terrible memory unable to think of the present. Saito didn't even noticed the others speaking or even destroying the Televisions.
Somehow he has dropped his bag from his shoulder which dropped near the people who weren't affected by it like him. His only reaction to the world around was grasping onto his pipe harder until his knuckles were white and if he could noticed it, a pain that is far too similar to his past. 

The last bit of consciousness Saito had was hearing Kazuo say 
"Per...so...na." 
With that Saito mind vanished and a mask appeared on his face causing his eyes to shine a brillgent glow, much like the monster in his memory.

Present day, Present Time

With the Wolf mask on his face, Saito had a nasty grin across his normally stoic face, Saito spinned the pipe in his hand, and suddenly smashed it down to the ground, making a loud scraping sound and even some sparks from the end. And Saito did a low grumbly chuckle and finally spoke "Heh...Heh...Heh...Let's see how much you value your meaningless existence, and if you're like me then you won't do anything at all...Ha!"  The Masked Saito spoke in a silently bitter tone before he ran up ahead which sent his bag even closer to the group he had his glowing eyes on. And when he was at arm's length from the first non-masked person he swung the pipe overhead and swung it down to the nearest person which was Shinku.

???Saito's Mind???

"Uggh...What in the world...Just happened-?"
Saito's spoke as he awaken from the somehow familiar floor he has found himself on. but once he see finally sees his surroundings he was speechless. He was back in his childhood room, or more like childhood prison. He remembered every little detail that is scattered all over, each spilled paper on the floor was a test he had failed which what caused him to be locked in here every night and weekend he could remember when living with his mother. The heavy books on the desk that shouldn't be holding them still wavered even when he walks past it. The mixed stains on the pillow for when he cried on it and when he had to clean his bloodied hands from hours of banging on the door. Even with the bloodied pillow the bed was still comfortable the only thing that made his prison feel safe.

He didn't want to be here anymore, but something inside made him pull at the closet doors open, which to his shock didn't open to the closet he always remembered being there but instead into a dark hall which the walls were lined with books, book spines and paper, even the floor seemed to made out of papers and pencils were all over the floors. Saito looked at the strange place which should be his closet, but he took a breath and already started walking over the hardy paper floor, most people would try the normal door, but he knew that it was locked. It was always locked.
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