Shin Megami Tensei RPG: Digitized Terror.

[Masquerade]

Hakatsu was sprawled out on his back. He opened his eyes expecting to be back home in bed, and that he would see his white ceiling like he did every morning. Everything would have been just a crazy dream. Of course. It could be nothing else. Shadow creatures didn't exist and people didn't get sucked up into computers. It was a ridiculous notion, and he would have none of it.

An aurora greeted his vision. It was certainly not the ceiling in his bedroom back at his house. Slowly, he sat up and glanced around. The colors were very pleasing, but he longed for the white walls of his bedroom and the few gentle wall paintings that hung upon them. In his hands, he felt his bow and violin; he had been clutching on to them this whole time. His hands kind of hurt from the pressure.

Slowly, he managed to get to his feet. Surrounding him were the others, with exception to Ayami and Hori. But where could they have gotten off to? The group was surrounded by a total of ten doors. Where in the world did they lead? Could the missing students have decided to try one of them out to see where it led? It was a possibility, but he doubted it. There were too many questions with not enough answers. How cliche. The true question though was what would be their next course of action.