Hitoru Mitsuki
The four that travelled by using their GPS systems found themselves at a very expensive looking hospital resting on a hill that was just a bit out of the city limits. It was quiet, peaceful, and entirely too unnerving when considering what had transpired before. The memory of the glitching infamous Mitsuki girl fresh in their minds; those that had seen her, and that went inside would bypass the extremely busy staff who didn't even give them a second glance. There was only one number any of them could use to indicate where to go next.
529.
By going to the fifth floor, they would find this room. And inside, Erika Mitsuki.
The small, fifteen year old girl was hooked up to life support. The light that fell through the window was gentle sunshin that illuminated her pale skin and made her wild dark hair seem even more ebony. It's wavy, shiny curls were splayed out on the pillow beneath her head, and her face's doll-like features were covered with an assisted breathing mask that fogged up periodically between slow, deep breaths. Her body was clearly covered in a baby blue hospital gown beneath the white sheets that covered her breast as she lay slightly propped up on the cot. Beside her, wreaths of flowers, cards, baloons and stuffed animals all looking very fresh were on display upsetting the symmetry of the off-white walls and plain furniture.
So this was where the missing Mitsuki girl had been.
Compared to how she appeared back in the game, this was a complete one-eighty. No longer was she screaming or creepily whispering to herself, but she was silent and breathing slowly, so quiet a mouse would be envious. Erika wasn't twitching and spasming but instead appearing to be peacefully asleep. She wasn't alone. In the room with her, a tall boy with dark curly hair sat hunched looking out the five story window. He was obviously very intently contemplating something dire, and didn't immediately look at the group that would have just walked in to the door. He sat on the back of the plain arm chair, exactly where many parents would tell their children not to in fear of eventually ruining their fine couches. His hands were clasped in front of him and in the seat behind him facing the incoming group, a red hat.
"...How could a stupid game do this?"Before anyone could say anything, the boy on the other side of the room lowered his head, possibly believing that those who had entered the room were someone else. His tone was somber, melancholic, and haunted.
"I've been thinking about it nonstop. How could a stupid, stupid game put anyone in a coma? It's just crappy fun. Crappy fun meant for us to find a place in life. ...Heheh... Disgusting..."The boy sniffed, then lifted a hand to reveal he was smoking a cigarette which he took a heavy drag on and blew the smoke out at the window. In the slight reflection, stressed out red eyes crinkled in the stirrings of despair. Slowly, the boy turned his head. As he did, several piercings on his ear caught the light. He looked at the group, and slowly widened his eyes a little. After a moment of quiet, he put his cigarette out on the glass side table and swung his legs around. He leaned down and picked his hat off the seat cushion and put it on his head before resting his elbows on his knees and staring at the newcomers coldly.
Hitoru Mitsuki.
Another in the Mitsuki family, specifically Erika's older brother. A known prankster who was an upperclassman at Purple Crown Academy who skipped almost all classes but somehow managed to pass all his tests at the top of his age level. He ran with the Cobalt Bruisers and was a fierce competitor who mostly played Deep Ground for fun.
Fun had earned him a level 6.
"Who are you guys? Erika's friends?"
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