"Ah.."

Karl, a sophomore at the Deces Losyog Leven Institution, groaned as he felt sharp pain near the bottom of his torso region.

The anguish caused him to slowly open his eyes. It was unclear, how many hours, he had slept for. Usually, he tightly emulated a militaristic schedule, but evidently an error has absolutely occured somewhere.

Still baffled, he timidly propelled his hands, towards the destination of tubelight switch.

Slip.

As his hand slip by the wall, he discerned that it wasn't his room. Finally, came the realization that he had been laying on a rather harsh bed, resembling the likes of stretcher.

He was taken aback for a second or so. Then he momentously validated the safety of his stature. Irregularly, his entire body was numb.

A plausible conjuncture was that he was abducted.

Conversely though, it would require page-one criminal's forte to pull that off. Unfortunately or fortunately, he wasn't worth that much.

Nevertheless, he was quite a bit hysteric in reference to this unholy mess. Being under outright blackout, only further raised his anxiety levels.

As his natural clock ticked away, he grew more and more frantic. Absolute desolation in distinction to nearby vicinity, gave birth to terror.

To calm himself, he made fun of the dire situation.

'If somebody let's out a sinister laugh here.. Indeed, that would be the end. A pitiable, laughable and ironic end for the brave me.

. Is this some sort of sadistic torture ? I think I am about to vomit from all this dust. Have I met a yandere with the dust fetish ?

I can't help but shake off the feeling that some peeper out there, is harmoniously spectating me. But that would require night vision, won't it ?

Really how vexing.

Even a petty thug won't buy into such wastefulness. Really blindfolds aren't just meant for dumb plays, monsieur pervert.

So it's someone dumb, wasteful, half-hearted and deeply narrow minded. Oh.. can it be my associates from DLL are the culprits behind this setup ?.

From this absurd observation, it was clear that he, who was trying to connect two infinitely separated dots, was not in his right mind.

Maybe his mind was also quite numb.

Not to mention, his sense of respect for his friends was rock bottom.

Yet altogether, it was quite calming of a thought. Thus, he unknowingly continued on this line of thought.

Acquiring a Night Vision Device was a genuinely herculean feat, but if it those fools than that was altogether a separate matter.

Underestimating anyone from DLL, the hub of mankind's evolution, where only prodigies among prodigies were debutantes, would be a fatal mistake.

On that note, isn't DLL Institute also notorious for it's prodigies testing each other by setting up pranks. Could it all be a prank ?

That was an outrageously optimistic thought.

But it was stress relieving and soothing too. To his distorted mind, it was sort of a sensual pleasure.

The next instant he stepped off the bed and stood upright. For the purpose of letting out his pent up frustration in the form of steady flow of curses, he checked out his phone.

His numb hand moved in a dull chorus, to cease the sole hope for retaliation, the one and only cell phone.

" the Fu*k?"

Oh the cursing began even before the number was dialed. And even before the phone was pulled out. He really was a impatient fellow.

Forget about cellphone, he wasn't even wearing his own clothes as of this moment.

The raggy attire, he was donning now, was incredibly similar to that of a prisoner's.

Had he unknowingly committed a crime and been thrown to prison of isolation ?

Had the mother goddess forsaken this child of her ?

Was joking about everything a sin ?

The way he looked at it;

'This tragedy of a scene following a cynically-mouthed man...who made laughingstock of the world, becoming a joke himself, would truly be immensely pleasurable to you hypocrites. Won't it ?'

Thus an drunken mind turned an illogical assumption into a dire obsession.

Bloodthirstiness burst forth.

"Pain in the a**'s, you peeping toms.. if you got b**l's then come here and let me castrate you. From this day forward, you dirt-licking beggars shall have the honour of serving middlemen in this emperor's court"

Before long.. the curses certainly lost even a tinge of common sense. Now they resembled lesser of swearing and more of ranting.

Then suddenly, his loose mind went through another nectarous realization.

From this day forward.. this day..this day Holy sh*t it's my birthday !!

The moment he realized as such, all doubt vanished.

Today or had he slept for more than one day ?

Cough.. cough

Yes, today on the 14 th of January of some extremely large year of Nero age, was likely his 19 th birthday. Oh really was drunk alright.. was it 20 th?

His 'close relatives', 'childhood chaps', and 'very, very few friends', all together summing up to 15 in number, had successfully pulled a first ever surprise birthday bash on him last year, on this day.

Thinking that kindness bought narcissistic tears in eyes. Oh such a boost to my pride.. I love you all.

Had they planned something this year too ? The bar must be rather high. Is this dust looking thing a tool for deception?

Ha ha yeah my discerning can see through every thing.

The abyssal darkness in the room was a most likely a camouflage for candies and cakes.

Hey isn't it same as how I entered a dark room of celebration on the previous birthday. I guess they put on more of an effort on prisoner play. Have I done something to setup a masochistic image ?

****

Hours passed by, but instead of that ever so cheerful happy birthday number only silence prolonged here.

The prisoner robed drunken man finally blurted

"Hey what kind of birthday bash are you planning to throw after passing through my birthday ? Don't be idiots. Although I appreciate your effort today, If you throw the party tomorrow I will throw all of you into prison. HURRY"

Thus, this eccentric genius or retard continued to half-happily rant, seemingly playing along with this otherworldly bitter-sweet idea.

13 hours passed.

Barren silence with nothing ceremonious here at all (except for his own joyful comedy), he once again drew anxious .

Finally, when his patience came to end, then he launched the missile.... Cough.. started out shouting out the names of his friends in an infuriating accursed manner.

"Chile you the steep slope of dumbness !

Heron you good for nothing parasite of a friend !

Dennise !. you are so stupidly indifferent that I can't tell you apart from a rock M8(mate).

But all of you are my friends. So don't plan to drop a party on last minute of my birthday.

Stack up here you pranksters, I am starting to loose the little fun I have. "

Yet, everything he blurted was ignored. Soon once again, nothing but deafening silence prevailed over the dark room.

"Oh I know what you want. You want me desperately build up stress charge through a door and kaboom, "Birthday is here" Don't you ? Rascals"

Finally the numbness of brain, the bane to the mind i.e. Narcissism and some accumulated anxiety, give rise to a truly idiotic idea. So much unbefitting, that his normal-self would beat him to pulp right now.

. As he relied on his plummeting sense of touch to get a rough view of his current surroundings, he found it all the more appalling, that everything appeared to be aged here.

So much effort on a camouflage. I am full of emotion. Sadly.. it was seen through.

'Whoa.. they truly have gone to extremes"

Like a treasure, entrapped under a thick pile of dust, he discovered a surgeon's knife and medical kit at the corner of room. He pillaged the kit just in case. Though he left the knife there.

The knife's have always been a traditional symbol for the Yandere's that lurk in dark. Even if coincidentally, he didn't wanted any association with them.

Thus once again, he idiotically thought that if he carried a knife with him, then the similarities will be too striking to deny them. Just that thought was enough to send shivers down his spine.

Unfortunately, it wasn't to get him back to his senses.

And then came the conclusion. All the the missteps taken till here. All the drunkard like decision's and all the slip up's of mind, finally led him to his birthday present.

No just joking. He fell. Quite literally, he fell.

".Whaaaaaaaaa?!"

The staggering youth opened the door knob and stepped forward thus, he simply fell.

Like all ill-founded decisions that leave no ground to re-do things, there was no floor ahead.

It was an edge of the top of an towering ravine coated.

Seemingly covered with a muscous like thick gel, all over it. But it wasn't as smooth as a skateboarding range, yes it had innumerable spike shaped pointy rocks. He was royally messed over.

"Nooooo.. ackgfhj.. ah"

This horrendous pain...he felt like every muscle of his being was ripped apart. Not in a good way, where he will unleash some divine body refining abilities found in folklore... but in a sadistic and plainly the worse way.

With every topple he made, even his screams became insane with pain. (Hey, but atleast the grandeur drunkenness has taken it's exit, welcoming the arrival of pain. Something positive, isn't that what you wanted Karl ?

fu *k u narrator.

Cough..)

I bit my tongue and managed to keep my vitals safe reflexively. Thanks to narrator, the moss was covered ground sustained majority of impact. Otherwise the story would have ended on prologue .

As he uttered...

"Whoever it is behind his conspiracy. If it's purpose was a joke then I WILL rip their tendons apart;"

he felt floating as his consciousness gradually faded away. Heroically before fainting completely, he managed to pull bandages over his wounds.

(Unknowing to him, the plot armor quickly bandaged his wounds before he finally felt to sleep.)