"YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO KILL ME. YOU WILL FAIL AND YOU WILL SUFFER FOR IT."
	But I shake my head, helping Rin up the stairs. Nothing could be worse than losing all of the girls even if he kept me alive for the rest of eternity down in his hellhole.
	As we stalk down the corridors, tentacles reach out at us, feelers and teeth and bone strike out from the walls, but I break them all with the handsaw, feeling nigh invulnerable. The only way the thing could stop us now is if it took my hands and tore them from my wrists, and even then I'm not sure I would give up. We've come too far to back down now.
	"HISAO, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME ANYMORE?"
	At the end of the hallway in front of us are two doors. The hallway is far longer than the building's structure should allow it to be, but I can see our destination. There are two doors on either side of the hallway's end. One door, mine, stands open, begging, waiting for me to enter. The other side is close and bolted and locked down by a huge, intricate system of padlocks. We reach the end of the hall with very little resistance, and as I stare into my own old dorm room, my heartbeat quickens and the thumping becomes mad and raving. The room is completely clear of gore and violence, and through the window, I can see the real world. I can see the campus shining, people walking, enjoying the cool, summer day.
	"H-Hisao?" Hanako stammers from behind Rin as I take a step toward the door, marveling at the space inside it. It's what I've hoped to see my entire life. It's the end. It's finality.
	It's death.
	The voice cries out in rage as I put my handle on the door and pull it closed. My past is gone. Yamaku is gone. My life is gone. I turn to the girls, and we're somewhere I could never have dreamed of. The ceiling is ripped off of the hallway with a crunch and tossed far, far away. A furious current of air explodes around us like a tornado, and Hanako and Rin are thrown against the wall. I raise the hacksaw above my head and bring it down on the chains strewn across the door opposite mine, shouting in anger. I was not about to let it kill us now. I couldn't. I wouldn't.
	I smash open lock after foreign looking lock, and then, as the handle refuses to turn, hack away at the door, the saw buzzing and yelling almost as loud as I am as I try to ignore the madness we've fallen into.
	With one final smash, the door falls off of its hinges, and I stumble into Kenji's room.
	The mouth of the madness.