The color drained out of Daichi’s face when he made his way to the hallway and noticed the bloodied feet and arms in the middle of the group of feasting students who were equally smeared with blood.<em>No… It can’t be.</em>A twinge of nausea threatened to turn his stomach, but he forced it the sensation along with the emotions behind a mental concrete wall.<em>Don’t lose focus. You’ve got the information you came for and you’re obviously too late to help. Rule Three: Baby Steps. Next step, find a place to–</em>Shouts coming from the gym he had just left pulled him away from his thoughts for a moment. He considered ignoring it and focusing upon his own survival for a moment before remembering the gym hadn’t been nearly as crowded as the halls with these… things. There would be a better chance of getting to a safe location if he backtracked and having somebody tagging along with him was more likely to help than hinder him.<br/><br/>Ducking back into the gymnasium, he attempts to get around Mr. Miramotto once again towards the source of the shouting that he quickly realizes is coming from the girl’s locker room. With a dismissal of his rational mindset, he ignores the hesitation that would normally have come with barging into the girl’s room while steeling himself for what he may have to do. All the while he held firmly on his bow, pinning an arrow between his finger and the wood to keep the arrow nocked and ready.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hall stealth check (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=35672)<br/>Gym teacher stealth check (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=35673) <br/></div></div>