From Bad to Worse || Closed Starter for shslconfections
God fucking dammit.
These are essentially the only words Senka can use to describe the situation-- he knew that this killing game wasn’t a joke, but he had a faint hope that at least someone from the outside was going to save them. Hell, even someone noticing that he was missing was good enough for him. He knew he couldn’t count on family members setting out Amber Alerts for him (he left them a long time ago), but at least some of the members on the Volleyball Team would notice!
And then there’s the possibility that Kiyoko is kidnapped.
He and his little cousin weren’t very close (though Kiyoko would beg to differ), but he did feel a sense of responsibility towards her. He was the whole reason she was stuck in Japan in the first place! Kiyoko was much frailer than he was, and if she really was in Monoko’s hands, he wasn’t sure how long she would last. Kiyoko definitely has a big heart, but it won’t do her much good in this situation.
Eventually, as Senka was lost in thought and gazing at the portraits on the wall, he saw a not-so-friendly-but-somewhat-familiar-face. The boy he encountered a few days ago was staring back at him in the form of a dismal portrait. Senka couldn’t help but snort.
“Serves him right. . “ Senka said quietly, but loud enough for someone to hear if they were standing near him.