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Departing from the beach where they had been dropped off, Daiki notices that the remaining group is noticeably smaller. He figures that, like himself, some of the other students didn’t want to linger around the beach for too long. He heads in some direction -- hopefully towards the hotel. It doesn’t matter where, however. He just wishes to be away from the mass of people.
As he walks, he appreciates the gradually decreasing volume of chattering voices that eventually turns into silence. It’s something ideal, somewhere he can finally relax. He notices the looming hotel nearby, but he knows better. Sooner or later, the students will migrate to the hotel, and his efforts to achieve peace and quiet will be in vain.
Daiki relishes in the silence for however long he can. He thinks to himself about the situation he’s in: the suspiciousness of that letter, the fact that he’s currently sitting on an island surrounded by complete strangers, the fact that he’ll be sitting on an island surrounded by complete strangers for an entire month. Anxiety bubbles within him, but his train of thought is interrupted when he hears a snapping of a twig and a rustle in the bushes.
Oh dear god.
“H-H-H-HELLOOO...?!”