Scene begins in the early morning. The first rays of sunlight filter through the clouds, casting a calm glow over Kurayami's modest backyard.
Kurayami is in the middle of an intense workout, beads of sweat trailing down his face as he powers through a set of pushups. He breathes steadily, his lean, well-built physique a testament to years of rigorous training. With each pushup, his muscles ripple, showing a hint of the discipline and skill he's honed over time. Finishing his reps, he sits up, catches his breath, and gulps down water from a nearby bottle. He wipes the sweat from his face, shakes his head, and stands up, looking at the quiet, familiar surroundings of his backyard.
He heads back inside, his expression unreadable, but there's a hint of calmness in his eyes. Kurayami pulls out ingredients from the fridge with practiced ease, cooking up a simple but hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs. He eats in silence, savoring each bite while he mentally prepares for the day ahead.
Once he's finished, Kurayami heads down the hall to his younger brother's room. His little brother, who we'll call Shinji, is sound asleep, his small body curled up under a blanket. Kurayami watches him for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile touching his lips before he leans down and gives him a gentle shake.
"Hey, Shinji. Time to wake up."
Shinji stirs, rubbing his eyes sleepily before pushing his glasses onto his nose. He blinks as he checks the calendar hanging on the wall. Today's date is circled in bright red with a note in big letters: Field Trip Day! Realization hits, and Shinji's face lights up.
"Today's the day!" he exclaims with excitement, throwing off the covers and practically leaping out of bed.
With a big grin, Shinji quickly dresses, putting on his favorite shirt and jacket. The anticipation is clear on his face as he hurries down the hall, drawn by the delicious smell of his favorite breakfast. In the kitchen, he finds a plate of eggs, still warm, waiting just for him.
"Thanks, big brother!" Shinji says, his voice full of gratitude.
Kurayami just nods with a slight smile, watching as his brother digs into his food. Even though he's usually reserved, Kurayami feels a strong sense of duty and care toward Shinji. As his younger brother eats, he makes sure everything is packed and ready for the day, casting a cautious glance at the gear stashed away in his own bag.
After breakfast, they grab their bikes and head toward the school. The streets are quiet, the early-morning air cool against their skin as they pedal side by side. Shinji chatters about the field trip, excitement bubbling out of him, but Kurayami mostly listens, occasionally nodding. While his brother is full of innocent joy, Kurayami's expression remains distant. He's already analyzing every detail, each possible threat, and mentally preparing for any scenario. He knows today might not go as smoothly as Shinji hopes.
Scene shifts to the school.
The school grounds are bustling with students, all eagerly discussing the upcoming field trip. Kurayami and Shinji park their bikes and head inside. They part ways with a quick nod, Kurayami giving Shinji a small, reassuring pat on the shoulder. As Shinji joins his classmates, Kurayami heads to his homeroom with an unhurried stride. The energy in the air is contagious, but Kurayami remains unfazed, as if he's merely going through the motions. He finds his seat by the window, slides down into it, and crosses his arms, letting his eyes drift shut.
Time passes, and Kurayami is soon lulled into a light sleep. His body, always on alert, remains tense even as he rests. A short while later, his teacher notices his slumber and sighs, clearly used to this habit. She calls his name to wake him, but he doesn't budge. With a resigned shake of her head, she decides to ignore him, figuring there's no point in disturbing him right before the field trip.
As the minutes tick by, the sound of chatter fills the room, growing louder with each second.
The bell rings, signaling the end of the class period, and a wave of excitement sweeps through the students. They rise from their seats, the anticipation for the field trip palpable. Friends gather in groups, making plans and laughing. It's clear that for many, this day is a much-needed break from routine—a day to create memories, explore new places, and let loose. But as Kurayami opens his eyes, a faint flicker of something unreadable crosses his face.
Unlike his classmates, Kurayami feels no thrill, no anticipation. He knows what's coming, or at least, he has a feeling. He has studied survival and combat tactics for as long as he can remember. The lessons he's absorbed, the strategies he's studied, all whisper in his mind that something is wrong, that today may be more than just an innocent field trip.
A feeling of dread settles in his stomach, one he hides behind his calm and detached demeanor. But this feeling doesn't scare him; instead, it sharpens his mind. He sees it as a challenge, something to prepare for. While the rest of his class eagerly waits to board the bus, Kurayami checks his gear one last time, fingers brushing against his emergency supplies and tactical tools tucked carefully in his bag.
He catches Shinji's eye across the hallway, giving him a brief, reassuring nod, which Shinji returns with a grin. Kurayami's gaze hardens ever so slightly. He'll be ready. Whatever happens, he's prepared to protect Shinji and face anything that might threaten their safety. For him, this isn't a simple trip—it's a calculated risk, and he's already prepared to face it.
Scene opens with students and teachers bustling around the school parking lot. There's an air of excitement as they prepare to board the buses.
The buses are parked in neat rows outside the school, their engines rumbling softly, ready for the long drive ahead. Groups of students gather, laughing, chatting, and taking photos. Teachers are checking off names, making sure everyone is present. Among the students, Kurayami stands in line with his younger brother, Shinji, who is practically buzzing with excitement. Kurayami's calm gaze scans the crowd, as usual, assessing everything, his expression unreadable but alert.
Beside them stands Kurayami's friend, Ryota, a cheerful guy with a mop of messy hair. Ryota elbows Kurayami with a grin.
"Ready for a day off from school?" Ryota asks, his voice full of enthusiasm.
Kurayami nods slightly, glancing at his brother, who's practically bouncing on his heels. "As ready as I'll ever be."
The camera shifts to the teachers, and we see Misaki Yukari, the chaperone for Kurayami's group.
Misaki-sensei stands nearby, clipboard in hand. She's striking, with short, neat black hair and sharp eyes that give her a strict and intense look. Although she projects an intimidating aura, the students know she's fiercely protective and genuinely cares about them. Most of the boys at school have a crush on her, charmed by her balance of discipline and warmth.
"Alright, everyone," Misaki says, her tone brisk. "This is our group. Does everyone have what they need? Any last-minute items?" Her voice has a tinge of authority, causing everyone to stand a little straighter.
The students nod in response, eager to set out.
"Good. Let's go then." Misaki smiles, satisfied, and waves them towards the bus.
As they walk toward the bus, Kurayami and Shinji chat, talking about the things they're looking forward to on the trip. Kurayami's voice is quiet, calm, but Shinji can't help but be excited as he glances up at his older brother with admiration. Meanwhile, Ryota nudges him from the other side, trying to lighten the mood.
Finally, they board the bus, finding seats near the middle. Shinji presses his face eagerly against the window, watching as the bus fills up with other students. Misaki-sensei steps on last, doing a quick headcount to make sure everyone is present. Satisfied, she nods to the driver.
"We're set. Let's go."
The bus begins to roll forward, and a ripple of excitement spreads through the students as they settle in for the ride.
Kurayami glances out the window, watching the cityscape gradually transform into rolling hills and open countryside. The scenery is beautiful—clear skies, lush fields, and distant mountains under the soft glow of the morning sun. Students chatter around them, pointing at passing landmarks and marveling at the sights. Some say things like, "Look how beautiful it is!" while others snap photos to capture the views.
Shinji can't contain his excitement. "Kurayami, look! The mountains are so close now!"
Kurayami offers him a faint smile, giving a nod. "Yeah, it's nice."
As the bus drives farther from the city, the surroundings become more remote. Green trees line the roads, and soon, the noise of traffic fades, replaced by the sounds of nature. The bus turns onto a narrow road, and they pass a large sign with two arrows, each pointing in different directions. One sign reads:
"Safe Route"
The other, in bold, red letters:
"Danger: Wildlife and High Criminal Activity - Do Not Enter"
Kurayami narrows his eyes as he notices a figure in a dark hoodie, standing next to the signs. The person seems suspicious, lingering near the posts as if they have no purpose there. Kurayami watches closely, using his sharp observational skills, almost as if sensing something off. The figure glances around, then quickly switches the two signs before disappearing into the trees.
Kurayami's instincts kick in. He immediately realizes the danger of this small change, his body tensing. Most of his classmates remain oblivious, lost in conversation or enjoying the scenery. But Kurayami feels a familiar sense of dread creeping up his spine as the bus unknowingly turns down the wrong road—the one marked for dangerous criminals and wildlife.
Shinji notices his brother's shift in mood and looks at him, slightly confused. "Kurayami? Is something wrong?"
Kurayami doesn't want to worry him, so he just shakes his head. "It's nothing, Shinji. Just... stay close to me today, okay?"
Shinji shrugs, not thinking much of it, and continues looking out the window. But Kurayami's gaze remains fixed, scanning the trees and the road, every instinct on high alert.
The bus drives deeper into the wilderness, taking the wrong path, unaware of the unseen dangers that lie ahead.
The bus rattles along the increasingly bumpy, narrow road. The sun dips low, casting eerie shadows through the dense trees. A few crows caw loudly as the bus passes, and a chill settles over the students as the cheerful excitement of the trip begins to wane.
Misaki Yukari, sitting near the front, peers out the window and finally speaks up, her voice calm but with a hint of excitement, "Alright, everyone. Looks like we found the perfect spot for our camping site."
The bus pulls off the road, stopping near a clearing surrounded by towering trees and thick underbrush. The students start to gather their things, shuffling off the bus in groups. As they step outside, they're met with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the subtle sounds of rustling leaves.
Misaki claps her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone, listen up. We're going to head deeper into the forest to find a good spot to set up our tents. Stay with your groups and pay attention to where you're going. Remember, this forest isn't a playground—stick together, and don't wander off alone."
The students nod, some looking around with wide eyes, excited for their first camping experience, while others already seem nervous.
They trek deeper into the forest, with Misaki leading the way. Finally, they find a small clearing with enough space for the tents and a campfire. Misaki surveys the area, nodding in approval. "Alright, this will be our campsite for the night. Let's get to work!"
The students start unloading their bags, and Misaki divides them into groups, assigning different tasks. Some students are assigned to gather wood for the campfire, others to set up tents, and a few to gather stones to build a safe ring around the fire.
Kurayami's group is assigned to gather firewood, and he watches the others in his group grumble as they pick up their bags and head into the forest.
One student sighs, "We finally get to go camping, and we still have to do work? Can't we just sit back and enjoy the trip?"
Another student laughs, patting him on the back. "Come on, it's not so bad! Think of it as an adventure."
Kurayami walks a bit ahead of them, his usual stoic expression in place. He carries a machete he brought for clearing underbrush and starts chopping through some small branches. He's used to being independent and prefers to work alone, so he drifts a little farther from his group.
While he's cutting a thick branch, his ears pick up a faint sound—a rustling, followed by a low, almost imperceptible whimper. His muscles tense, and he grips the machete tightly, turning in the direction of the noise. With his heightened senses, he's ready to face any threat that might be lurking in the shadows.
After a tense moment, he sees a small bird lying on the ground, its wing injured. Kurayami lets out a sigh of relief, realizing it's just an injured creature.
He kneels down, gently picking up the small bird. "You alright there, little guy?" he murmurs softly.
The bird seems to relax in his hands, and after a moment, it hops onto his shoulder, chirping faintly. Kurayami can't help but smile slightly, feeling a rare sense of companionship. "Guess I made a new friend."
With the bird still perched on his shoulder, he continues gathering wood, working efficiently and quietly, the forest sounds fading into the background. After he's collected enough branches, he heads back to the campsite. The bird remains on his shoulder, staying with him as he returns.
Back at the campsite, Misaki is sitting on a fallen log, leaning back casually with a cigarette between her fingers. She glances up as Kurayami approaches, a hint of surprise flickering in her eyes.
"You're back already? First one to return, impressive," she says, taking a slow drag and exhaling a thin trail of smoke.
Kurayami shrugs, placing the firewood down beside the campfire area. "I like to get things done," he replies, his tone calm and unbothered.
Misaki studies him for a moment, intrigued by his quiet determination. "You're an interesting one, Kurayami. It's rare to see someone so focused." She smiles slightly, a rare, genuine expression. "Keep it up."
Kurayami nods, looking down for a moment before turning his attention to the forest once more. Slowly, other students begin trickling back into the clearing, arms loaded with branches and logs. They chatter among themselves, some laughing about their struggles to break off branches, while others complain about getting dirt on their clothes.
The campsite starts to come together, with tents being set up and students arranging the firewood in a neat pile. As Misaki walks around, checking on everyone's progress, she glances around, counting the groups.
After a moment, a frown crosses her face. "Hold on... where's Group Six?"
The students exchange looks, and a few of them start glancing toward the trees, noticing that Group Six isn't back yet.
Misaki's face tightens with concern, and she glances at her watch. They should have returned by now. Just as she's about to call out for them, a piercing scream echoes from deep within the forest.
Kurayami's heart lurches. He recognizes the voice instantly—it's his little brother, Shinji.
Without a moment's hesitation, Kurayami bolts toward the forest, ignoring Misaki's call for him to wait. His mind races as he pushes through the thick brush, the machete in his hand slicing through low-hanging branches as he charges forward.
"Shinji!" he shouts, his voice ringing out into the darkening forest. Panic tightens in his chest, a feeling he hasn't experienced in a long time. Images of his brother flash through his mind, and he grits his teeth, pushing himself faster.
He finally breaks through a thicket and stumbles into a small clearing where Group Six was supposed to be gathering wood. The sight before him makes his blood run cold.
Several students are standing around, visibly shaken, while Shinji is crouched on the ground, holding his arm. A shallow cut runs down his forearm, a trickle of blood staining his sleeve. Kurayami's relief at finding him alive is mixed with a fierce anger.
Kurayami rushes to his brother's side, kneeling down. "Shinji, are you okay?"
Shinji looks up, his eyes wide with fear but relief flooding his face when he sees his older brother. "Kurayami! I... I didn't know what to do... something came out of the bushes. I think it was some kind of animal."
Kurayami's jaw clenches, and he scans the area, spotting strange claw marks on a nearby tree and bits of fur caught in the bark. He stands up, alert, senses heightened, and takes note of the eerie silence that has settled over the forest.
Just then, Misaki arrives with a few other students, her face pale with worry. She quickly assesses the situation, her voice calm but stern. "Alright, everyone, back to the campsite. Stick together, no wandering off."
She places a comforting hand on Shinji's shoulder, nodding to Kurayami with a grateful look, before starting to lead the group back. But as they make their way through the forest, the feeling of unease only grows. The shadows seem darker, the trees denser, and the air thick with tension.
Kurayami sticks close to his brother, his mind racing. Something about this forest feels wrong, and the altered road sign flashes through his memory. The sense of impending danger gnaws at him, and he clenches his fists, silently vowing to protect his brother and make it through whatever lies ahead.
As they approach the campsite, the sky darkens further, and ominous sounds echo from deeper within the woods. The caws of crows, the snapping of branches, and something else—an unidentifiable rustling that seems to follow them from the shadows.
Kurayami looks over his shoulder, half-expecting something to emerge from the trees.
Kurayami and his younger brother, Shinji, share a small tent nestled among the towering trees. The sound of rustling leaves and distant animal calls fills the air outside, creating an uneasy atmosphere. Kurayami glances at his brother, who sits on the edge of his sleeping bag, his expression a mix of fear and remorse.
"Always be aware and stay safe, Shinji," Kurayami says, his voice steady but firm. He reaches into his backpack, pulling out a small first-aid kit. "You're not just my brother; you're my responsibility."
Shinji nods, his gaze downcast. "I'm sorry, Kurayami. I didn't mean to scare you. I just didn't know what to do when that thing showed up."
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Kurayami sits in his tent, tending to his little brother Shinji's wounded arms, carefully wrapping them in bandages. Shinji watches his older brother in silence, guilt evident in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, big brother," Shinji murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kurayami ruffles his hair. "Hey, don't apologize. Just remember what I told you," he says with a small smile. "Always be aware of your surroundings. Stay safe, got it?"
Shinji nods, holding back tears. "Got it, big brother." He watches as Kurayami finishes bandaging his arm. "You… you're like a god to me, you know?"
Kurayami chuckles softly, squeezing his shoulder. "If I'm a god, then you're my little warrior. Now get some rest. We've got a long day tomorrow."
After making sure Shinji is asleep, Kurayami steps out of the tent, the cold night air hitting him as he grabs his backpack, preparing to scout the area. Just as he's about to head into the woods, he spots Misaki by the campfire, still smoking a cigarette and staring into the night. She turns when she notices him.
"Late night adventure?" she asks, exhaling a plume of smoke.
"Something like that," he says. "I was just checking the surroundings."
She smirks, raising an eyebrow. "You always this careful?"
Kurayami gives her a look. "And you should know that smoking's bad for you. You planning on quitting anytime soon?"
Misaki laughs, stubbing out her cigarette. "Maybe… one day. But not tonight." She tilts her head toward the dark forest. "Well, you've got my permission to roam around. Just don't get lost."
Kurayami nods, giving her a half-smile. "I'll try not to." He tightens his cloak and heads into the dense shadows, the trees looming above him like silent sentinels.
As he moves deeper into the forest, the eerie quiet presses in on him. He hears the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl, adding to the tension. Sliding behind a bush, he takes out his dark cloak and bulletproof vest, adjusting his night-vision and thermal contact lenses. His left eye glows a faint purple in the darkness, while his right burns red, a mix of night and thermal vision that paints the world in a haunting light.
After a few minutes of scanning the area, he notices a cabin in the distance, dimly lit from within. What the…? he thinks, creeping closer. He's careful, moving from shadow to shadow, his senses on high alert. But as he approaches, a rancid stench hits him—a foul odor, like rotting meat.
Kurayami gags, covering his mouth. "What is that smell?"
He raises his binoculars, focusing on the cabin's window. His stomach drops as he catches sight of a monstrous figure inside—a towering man wearing a cracked, blood-splattered mask. The man licks the blade of a knife, grinning as he holds up a cup filled with dark, thick liquid and takes a long, satisfied sip. Behind him, severed body parts hang from hooks, their pale skin glistening in the faint light.
Kurayami's face twists in disgust. "You've got to be kidding me… a cannibal?"
The figure suddenly looks in his direction, and Kurayami ducks, holding his breath. The silence is tense, broken only by the sound of the man muttering to himself in a low, guttural voice. Kurayami shifts slightly, trying to get a better look, but a twig snaps under his foot.
The man's head whips around, a deranged smile spreading across his face. "Who's there?" he calls out, his voice dripping with malice. "Come out, come out, wherever you are…"
Kurayami rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath. "Typical psycho."
The man begins to sing, a twisted lullaby as he starts walking in Kurayami's direction, knife glinting in the faint light. "I'm going to get you… hehehe… I'm going to find you…"
Kurayami smirks, his pulse steady. "You can try."
The man breaks into a sprint, charging toward him. But Kurayami doesn't move, his body relaxed and ready, a confident smile playing on his lips. Flashback: In his backyard, Kurayami trains day and night, mastering various martial arts—Muay Thai for power, Capoeira for agility, MMA for versatility, and Judo for takedowns. Each skill honed with a single purpose: survival.
The man lunges, swinging his knife wildly, but Kurayami sidesteps, catching his arm and twisting it with brutal precision. The man grunts in pain as Kurayami throws him to the ground with a Judo move, pinning him.
"Is that all you've got?" Kurayami sneers, pressing down harder.
The man struggles, cursing and writhing. "You little brat! I'll kill you!"
Kurayami shakes his head, unphased. "I've had harder fights with my little brother."
With practiced ease, he flips the man over, putting him in a tight hold. The man thrashes, his crazed eyes widening as he realizes he's been bested. Kurayami, still calm, grabs a nearby shovel. He's almost enjoying this.
"Wait! Let me go!" the man whimpers, desperation creeping into his voice.
Kurayami leans down, his voice cold. "You picked the wrong person to mess with." He digs a shallow grave, shoving the man into the pit. The man gasps, trying to crawl out, but Kurayami kicks dirt over him, pressing his foot down with a smirk.
"Time for your dirt nap," he says, taking out his phone and snapping a picture with the man buried up to his neck. He crouches down, flashing a peace sign in front of his terrified face. "Smile for the camera."
After he finishes, he turns, walking back toward the camp with an eerie calm. He finds a small pond along the way, stopping to clean his cloak and jacket in the cold water.
As he nears the camp, he spots Misaki asleep by the fire, her peaceful face softened by the glow of the dying embers. He hesitates, then pulls a blanket from his bag, draping it over her gently.
"Sleep tight," he murmurs, glancing around the campsite one last time.
Hours Later – Early Morning
Just as the sun is beginning to rise, Kurayami is jolted awake by a rustling sound outside his tent. He peers out, squinting in the dim light. Three figures are crouched near the edge of the campsite, their clothes torn and bloodied.
He watches in horror as one of them tears into the raw carcass of a coyote, blood dripping down their faces as they chew with sickening enthusiasm. The sight is both grotesque and unsettling, a reminder of the forest's true dangers.
One of them, a gaunt man with hollow eyes, lifts his head, sniffing the air. "I smell… fresh meat," he says, his cracked lips curving into a grin.
Kurayami's fists tighten, his mind racing. These aren't just people. They're survivors gone mad—or worse.
He crouches lower, his voice barely a whisper. "Looks like I'll need more than just luck to get us all out of here alive."
As the sun finally crests over the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the camp, Kurayami steels himself for what lies ahead. The forest may be a graveyard, but he's not ready to be one of its ghosts.