[Gonta wasn't sure about Mitsuru, but Richie was allowed to be with him this time, and that made it okay!
Or... It was okay for most of the night.
Now it was near curfew, and the three of them were headed back to Cabin 3 to drop Richie off. There's still that small bit of anxiety, probably from the fear Mitsuru always talked about, but it was fine. They were all safe and sound, even though tomorrow would bring yet another murder... He frowned at the thought. Scowling, wondering why it always had to be murder. Why Sol or whoever is doing this. Why why why why.
His heart is racing for no good reason. It's the paranoia, he thinks. He tries to shake the emotion out of his head, hugging his shoulders tightly, like-]
Ugh! [Gonta suddenly feels a sharp pain. He stumbles back a step, instinctively pressing his hand against the painful spot... And realizes it feels more like a cut.
His hand slowly pulls away from his face... His trembling, bloodied hand.]
This is awful.
Or... It was okay for most of the night.
Now it was near curfew, and the three of them were headed back to Cabin 3 to drop Richie off. There's still that small bit of anxiety, probably from the fear Mitsuru always talked about, but it was fine. They were all safe and sound, even though tomorrow would bring yet another murder... He frowned at the thought. Scowling, wondering why it always had to be murder. Why Sol or whoever is doing this. Why why why why.
His heart is racing for no good reason. It's the paranoia, he thinks. He tries to shake the emotion out of his head, hugging his shoulders tightly, like-]
Ugh! [Gonta suddenly feels a sharp pain. He stumbles back a step, instinctively pressing his hand against the painful spot... And realizes it feels more like a cut.
His hand slowly pulls away from his face... His trembling, bloodied hand.]
... AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!