Act 1 Chapter 4 — Break Out l

What he needed the most at the moment would be the cause of his death. The concrete room is currently being filled with water. It was going at a slow pace but if you were to give it an hour or two, it would definitely fill up the entire room.

Arata who was still laying on the floor suddenly frozed. What he deemed was unnecessary before happened to be something that would lead him to death. He never could have known this. If only he had put more thought behind it, perhaps he could've figured it out?

Let's say he did figure it out beforehand and knew he would die from drowning at any given time, what can he really do?

Nothing.

"Aa.. Water! Water.. Water!" Arata snapped back to reality. He managed to get up on his knees and immediately rushed onto the pool of water that had dropped across the wall.

Once again, he slip his tongue out and licked the floor– with the only difference being is it isn't urine. "Haa.." he felt refreshed. His itchy throat had gotten less and less itchy as he drink more water.

Arata did not realized this as he was desperately sucking out the water upon the concrete floor but– the pool of water had rised up to the point it had covered half of his face.

"Uagh!!" Arata immediately lifted up his head by sliding against the wall upon realizing his face was covered in water.

"Haa.. haa.." his heartbeat started getting faster. If he had been too focused on desperately sucking the water out, he perhaps would've met the dead end immediately. Fortunately, he realized before it could happen.

Upon saving himself from drowning, Arata looked through the crack which had widened a few moments ago. He couldn't see anything in the clear water. It was filled to the brim with water and nothing else.

Only thing noticeable was the fact that beyond the crack also laid another wall.

"There's another.. wall?"

A question suddenly appeared within his mind. But he already knew the answer to that question.

— Is there another room behind this? Yes, there is. Arata is 100% sure of it.

If what he assumed was right, he might be able to break out of this room. Perhaps there were also more room than just this and what laid behind the walls.

Arata's hope for getting out of this hell has increased even if just a little. All he have to do now is to think of a way to get out. So, he immediately got to work and turn the gears within his brain for ideas.

...

His brain turn from gears to gears to the point it felt like he had smokes coming out from his ears. No matter how much he tried to think of something, it would always come back to the question of "How do I get out of here?". Not once has he thought of a useful plan for what felt like past half an hour.

"I'm really stupid, aren't I?"

Arata was never a genius to begin with. He was just a normal 17 year-old high school student with an average look and he's pretty much average at every single thing. Each exams he took, Arata would alwasy get a score in the range of 50-60 on each paper. Not once has it been lower or higher. On track, he would also always either get 4th or 3rd place. That just shows how much of an average guy he is.

Arata was happy with his life despite not having anything that stood out about him. He thought he would always live a normal life. He thought he would someday be able to find a girlfriend, hang out with his friends or– anything that would keep his normal life as normal. That's all he ever wanted.

But can he even achieve such a dream now? Those dream was pulled far away from the grasp of his hands the moment he first opened his eyes here. He can no longer live a normal life. Everything that happened up until this point was beyond normal.

"What am I... doing?" Arata lowered his eyes. With his eyes laid upon the water surface, he realized the water had risen up to his belly button. It's been half an hour or so since the water had been filling up, it wasn't half way to the ceiling but it was definitely getting there.

Arata's heartbeat immediately shot up from it's already fast beat. In only an hour or so, he would drown to death. Arata obviously didn't want that now that he had a bit of hope of escaping.

Feeling anxious, Arata's eyes darted all over the place. Then, he realized pieces of meat that had been on the floor before was now floating around him. There were also hint of blood inside the water.

He would have immediately throw up at this moment if he weren't already accustomed to them. So he ignored the chunks of meat and get back to planning a break out. His life depends on wether his brain could think of something. Furthermore, it would be bad if the wall were to crack once more and the water came flooding in all at once—

"Ah." gasped Arata.

Arata had realized something. There was something he could do. Although it might be a bad idea to some but he believed it was the only rational option at the time.

He thought of cracking the walls and letting the water come flooding in all at once. It was a bizarre idea but what else could he do? In the end, that's what he had come up with. But there is one problem, what could he use to crack the walls open?

There is one option he held at the back of his mind but it's rather dangerous. He's only now deciding whether to do it or not, and that is to use his skull to crack a hole in the wall. How he would do it is by headbutting his head against the wall as hard as he could.

"I'll do it." he muttered under his breath.

Time was running low. There was no time to make such slow decision. In the end, he decided it would be best to just do it.

"Haa.. huu." since Arata's first time here, he had taken many deep breaths before. He was hoping this wouldn't be the last and hope was the only thing he could do– as he lifted up his head and repeatedly bash his skull against the hard wall.

His consciousness almost faded away as he repeatedly hit his head against the hard wall– the only thing keeping him awake was the pain he felt through his scrapped forehead. It almost looks like you can see the skull behind his scrapped forehead. Blood dropped down across his cheeks and saliva could be seen at the corner of his lips.

This was the sight of a mad man.

Ignoring the need to drift away into the void, he continues to bash his head against the wall until—

Something finally broke.