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===Gabura Sachi===

By the time Rafferty had finished his explanation, the fire had reached the fourth floor, which was announced by the speaker.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Charī asked Rafferty again, as we left the safety of the locked room. "Announcing for every player to meet up in the lobby is going to be impossible! No one will trust that, everyone will know what room we're in, and it'll be a complete hotspot for the militants!"

"It's n-not like w-we have any other choice." Rafferty said, my rifle sitting in his lap; he had offered to carry it for me. "Unless you w-want to traverse the entirety of the hospital in our group's c-current state. The solution w-will require the trust of everyone in this game. That's p-precisely wh-why this game is rated so hard."

"Rafferty's right." Aoyama said, pushing Rafferty, as we made our way down the hall. Natsuki opened and checked every room for crutches to aid my limping; currently, I was being supported by Aulia, whose injured arm was still painted red, soaking her sleeve with a deep red.

"Now that I think about it, the solution actually makes perfect sense." Aulia said, my weight leaning against her. "But even with it figured out, the game still doesn't get any easier. How ironic."

"I found some!" Natsuki shouted. "Finally!" She ran out of the room, smiling, as she handed me two sets of crutches.

"Thank you." I said, putting them below my armpits. My body lurched forward as I yelped, falling a slight height.

"They must be too short, but I think you can adjust them." She said. The group paused as the two of us lengthened the device; after extending the arms by a few centimeters, I was able to walk with its support.

I gasped, the weight of my body now pressing against the crutch instead of my feet. I let out a calm breath, the blood rushing back through my feet without any strain.

"I know we're all pretty battered, but can we hurry it up?" Aoyama asked. "We're almost to the stairs, which'll lead to the end of the hallway of the lobby. If we head down to the lobby then turn left, it'll be the speaker room. Come on."

"Okay, I'm good." I said. "Let's keep going." Our group made our way to the door of the staircase. Aoyama sped past us, pressing her ear against the door, before opening it.

"Is there no wheelchair ramp?" Charī asked, turning his head towards both ends of the stairs. "I mean, this is a hospital."

Aoyama shook her head. "I assume most disabled people would use the elevator. This is an older hospital, so it doesn't exactly have most things that modern hospitals have now."

"Charī, you help me carry Rafferty down." Natsuki prompted. He nodded, taking the handle from the higher end, as Natsuki grabbed the side of the chair from the lower end. Charī fumbled with the handle, his fists gripping it tightly.

"Will you be okay?" Aoyama asked me. I nodded, sitting on the stairs and lowering myself with my arms one step at a time. She took my crutches and handed them to Aulia, before crouching to my eye level. "Do you just want me to carry you down?"

"What?" I asked, my face hot and hands aching. The continuous, shrieking fire alarm drilled into my mind and my vision swirled in the corners of my vision like morning mist. The flashing lights left white spots whenever I blinked, with dark spots lingering when my eyes were open.

"That way you don't have to struggle climbing down, and we can save some time."

"Um... Sure. Actually, I would really appreciate it. Thank you." Out of the corner of my eye, Rafferty and I caught eyes as he was already on the lower portion of the stairs, and he flashed a smile at me. 'What was that about?' I pushed the thought away as she picked me up, carrying me down as I pressed against her back.

After a few, slow minutes, we arrived on the first floor, and Aoyama set me down as Aulia returned my crutches. Natsuki gently lowered her end of Rafferty's wheelchair, as Charī accidentally let it thud to the ground

"Oops." He muttered. "Sorry."

I put the crutches back into position as Aoyama leaned against the door again, her ears perking. "I think I heard something."

"Maybe it's other players?" Natsuki questioned. "I mean, we're the only ones that can hide inside the rooms. It's likely the other players are still on the run outside in the halls."

"Fire on floor three." The speakers announced. "Fire on floor three."

Natsuki blotted up her forehead, which was slick with sweat. "I have been feeling hotter lately. The timer isn't our deadline anymore–it's the fire."

Aoyama readied her firearm, pulling out a pair of earplugs from her pocket and stuffing them into her ears. "I'll have the rifle ready just in case. Anyone else here know how to shoot?" Natsuki and Rafferty shared a glance–they were the only ones able enough to shoot.

"I have never shot a gun in my life." Natsuki said.

"I've used it every now and again but my aim isn't the best," Rafferty said, "and I don't think my nausea will do any job of amplifying my abilities."

"Okay, Natsuki, are you okay with firing?"

"I suppose–actually, yes. Firm yes."

"Here." She handed her the rifle; Natsuki gasped at the firearm, nearly dropping it, before raising it to her chest level and holding it straight. Aoyama corrected her stance, before opening the door.

The two girls charged out before us, as Charī wheeled Rafferty out, Aulia following him, and me adjacent to them. The fire alarms continued their blaring, their flashing lights making me squint. We reached the lobby, where three people were rounded up, with two militants stationed, guarding them. They were the swordswoman and the guard who Rafferty had tricked; both had their weapons raised.

"Please!" Rafferty shouted. "W-we come in peace!"

Natsuki raised her gun with trembling arms, but Aoyama signaled to her to lower it.

"Bullshit!" The woman shouted, her stare piercing into Rafferty. "You might've tricked that dumbass guard into buying your bluff," she said, nodding towards the other militant, "but if you think you can trick me, or trick him twice, then you've thought wrong!"

"J-Just give us a ch-chance to explain–"

The swordswoman charged, swinging her blade at Aoyama. She swung her head backwards, dodging the swipe of blade, raising her gun and jumping onto the bench.

"All we ask for is two minutes!" She demanded. "Why would we try to trick you when our group is injured to this degree?"

I breathed deep breaths, my eyes traveling to the captives; Araya was one of them–his body was bloodied, face was beaten, and laid in a puddle of blood. One of the other captives was the man who was with us earlier, who held me at gunpoint, but also later helped me hold off the shooters.

"Let them speak!" He croaked, interrupted with a bout of bloody coughing.

"Stop acting like such a tough leader." The male militant spat, as Aoyama shot a round at the woman, the rest of our group scattering amongst the lobby. "Don't pretend like you ever really had any power here in this group." He raised his legs to kick Araya in the rib, but was stopped by Natsuki's rifle.

"Don't hurt him anymore!" She shouted, panting. The barrel of the gun trembled like leaves in the wind. The shout earned the attention of the woman, who turned her head, buying Aoyama the time to slam her foot into her gut, sending her flying into the wall. Aoyama leveled her gun, sending a warning shot into her foot, as Natsuki clasped the trigger.

"You won't shoot me!" He shouted. "I could be the Enemy!" He raised his gun, but before he could have a chance, Natsuki aimed at his thighs, and shot. The recoil threw her backwards, as she planted her feet, pressing her weight into the floor. All her shots missed, except one, which grazed his thigh.

"Think again!" She shouted. "We know the solution, and we have no more need to keep everyone alive, but we're choosing to spare your lives if you cooperate, out of the goodness of our hearts! You are all murderers, but you're alive right now due to our mercy. You're in absolutely no power to bargain, so shut your mouth before I kill you the same way you've killed so many others!"

I visibly flinched at her words; never before had I seen her speak with such spite.

"So who... Who is it?" Araya asked, rolling over, elevating his head towards us.

"It's everyone." Rafferty said. "E-Everyone is the Enemy!"

"What?" The swordswoman questioned.

"Think about it. What was the point of drugging us to put on our collars and tattoos?" Aoyama explained before Rafferty could—I could only presume it's to save us the time of his stutter. "Why couldn't we just put on the collars ourselves? Why did they have to drug us to put them on? And what function do the numbers tattooed on our hands mean? These weird quirks about the game were hints towards the true answer.

"Everyone's number is the position of their code. On the back of everyone's collar, on a metal flap that needs to be clicked out, is the number of the position. Think back to the rules—it said that the Enemy has the code. Not knows the code, but has the code! Each part of the code was on everyone's collar. The reason it's on the back was so you can't see it yourself. The reason we were drugged to have the collars put on was so no one saw the metallic flap. Your massacre was all for nothing, so now the very least you can do is sit back and cooperate!"

"Oh my god..." the woman breathed, dropping her knife. She extended her hand, gawking at her tattoo: twenty. "What is my value?"

Aoyama leaned in precariously, pulling up the flap. "Yours is six. That means the twentieth position of the code is six."

"One hour remaining." The game announced.

"Okay, let's hurry and announce the solution in the speakers so we can get the remaining players here!" Aulia said.

"There's s-still three." Rafferty counted. "Plus one remaining m-militant."

"But how will they know that it's true?" I asked. "For all they know, we could just be held at gunpoint behind the speaker to say that and lure them to the militants!"

"We can offer proof." The swordswoman said. "We get as many people as possible to confirm and vouch that they aren't being held to say it. Also, the sprinklers aren't turning on because we turned off the hospital's water supply. If we go back to the basement and turn the water valve back on, we can announce that as proof, we're going to put out the fire, then actually turn the water on, which is an additional incentive for them to trust the announcement."

"That's a bit r-risky." Rafferty said. "They could still n-not trust the announcement, and then w-will just be able to roam freely again. At least w-with the fire, they'll be down to the first floor sooner or later. Let's just do the announcement, but no s-sprinkler until everyone is united. W-we than turn it on w-while w-we're down in the basement collecting all the bodies."

Aoyama nodded, turning to the rest of us. "I'll stay here and watch over these two militants, just in case. The rest of you guys, go to the speaker room, it's down the hall!"

We nodded, heading down the direction she pointed, as I maneuvered behind the rest with my crutches. Natsuki placed the rifle back into Rafferty's lap, and continued wheeling him. Charī ran ahead, scanning the label of each door. "It's this one!" He pointed, signaling to a door on the left. Natsuki, still a little ways behind, took Araya's keys, tossing them to Charī. He missed, bending down to snatch them up off the floor, before jamming the key into the lock, and twisting the door open.

We caught up, as Charī got behind the buttons. "What... How do we work this thing?"

I shuffled into the room, met with the wide array of buttons on the counter. Natsuki leaned into a microphone, letting out a low hum. She flicked a lever, testing the microphone again. This time, the feedback followed, and her hum carried through the speakers, ringing throughout the building.

She laughed, hopping up and down. "Yes! It worked!"

I leaned in, clearing my throat. "Players, this is Gabura. I was one of the people that arrived here earlier to deliver weapons." I paused, ensuring that my message had been carried through. "We have figured out the solution to the game. Everyone is the Enemy. Everyone has the code. If you're with someone else right now, look at the back of their collar–there'll be a number between zero and nine. Your tattoo dictates what position your number lies in the code. We are not being held at gunpoint to say this; me and my friends have already subdued the militants. Please come downstairs to the first floor lobby immediately so we can retrieve all the dead bodies and clear this game. If you need further proof, I have gathered all of my friends here to further prove we aren't being held at gunpoint."

Rafferty wheeled himself forward, clearing his throat. "H-Hey, this is Rafferty. I w-was the one wh-who discovered the solution. W-We aren't being held at gunpoint; please come d-down."

"I'm Aulia, I was one of the ones who joined just recently. This is proof we are telling the truth–come down, please."

"Natsuki here, I came here with Gabura and Rafferty. Please come down, we're not being told to say this!"

"I'm Charī, and yeah, I don't know what else to say. Just come down."

I flicked the lever back, and sighed. "Think that'll work?"

Rafferty shrugged, scratching his neck. "I g-guess w-we'll see." We walked back to the lobby, where Aoyama still stood, her gun raised, the militants sitting in a corner.

"I guess now we wait." She said.

Footsteps ran down the hall; we perked up, Charī going as far as to peek his head down the hall the noise came from, and gasped. "It's one of the militants!"

The swordswoman walked out, shaking her head. "Put your gun down! It's no trick, these people solved the game!"

He stopped, his chest rising and falling, giving us a good look. "Are you absolutely certain?"

"Yes! Just look at the back of my collar as proof!" She turned around, and the man took out the metallic flap, reading its number. He nodded, sitting down. Aoyama kept her gun raised, pointing it to him. "Drop your weapon."

"Hey! I said I'm cooperating!"

"Doesn't mean I trust you not to pull some stupid trick and end up jeopardizing all of us again."

"Okay, okay. So we made a mistake, let's just–"

"Yes, you murdered and tortured countless lives. Let's just forgive and forget, hmm?"

He remained silent, putting down his gun, keeping his arms raised. Aoyama lowered her gun. "Wait." She said. "Why don't we just start moving the basement bodies up here while we wait?"

"The two of us are pretty much the only ones that are able to move the bodies." Natsuki said. "No offense Charī."

He shrugged. "None taken."

"But progress is still progress; time saved is still time saved. Also, you're forgetting the militants... Although, I suppose I understand why you didn't count them. There's ten people down there, plus one militant. Even if we only managed to move three, that's still three less we'll have to move later."

Natsuki nodded, turning to the militant who just arrived. "Okay, let's go, then! The rest of the militants should stay here under watch." She turned to us. "We'll try to be quick; be on the look out!" We nodded as the three of them ran down the hall to the basement, and Rafferty kept his hands on the rifle.

Ten more minutes had passed, before the door at the end of the hall opened. Aulia gasped, running forward. The girl at the end of the hall mirrored her reaction, limping to greet her; she walked with an IV pole as a cane. They met in a tight hug, both laughing.

"I was so panicked I completely lost you after the prison break!" Aulia said.

She laughed. "It's fine. I'm just glad this game is finally ending." She turned to us. "Hi, my name is Dokite."

"N-Nice to m-meet you."

At that moment, the speakers started again. "Fire on floor two. Fire on floor two."

"I'm so sick of the constant flashing and ringing." I groaned.

The trio returned; Natsuki carried Soma, Aoyama carried the man wearing a green shirt that was killed during our window escape, and the militant carried a woman I didn't recognize.

"Great!" Rafferty said. "W-why don't w-we start inputting the code right n-now?"

I lowered myself onto the ground, putting my fingers onto the pinpad. "Okay, Araya, what's your number?"

Charī bent down to look at Araya's collar, but was interrupted by the sound of shuffling feet; the two remaining players arrived.

"Oh, thank goodness!" One of them, a man dressed in a loose red shirt said. "We were prepared to be ambushed!"

"Come on!" Natsuki urged them. "Help us retrieve all the dead bodies in the basement, and we can also turn on the water supply to get the sprinklers running. Are either of you guys hurt too badly?"

"My arm was broken in the basement." the other person, a middle aged man said. "I don't think I can be of help; I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Natsuki said. "Four people to retrieve the bodies are more than enough."

"So... Is this it?" One of the militants asked. It was the man who Natsuki had shot, who was conned by Rafferty.

Rafferty raised his eyebrow. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"You guys have won this game... It's over..."

"What?" I asked. Charī slowly backed away from him, getting behind Rafferty.

"Are you guys hearing yourselves right now?" He screamed, getting up, limping towards the crowd. "Does this make any sense to you?"

"Um, it makes perfect sense to me." Charī said.

"The hell are you doing, you idiot?" Aoyama asked.

"Sit back down!" The swordswoman hissed. "It's over. We killed unjustly; there's nothing more we can do about that now other than to help them clear the game."

"No!" He yelled. "I don't buy this for one second." In one swift motion, he grabbed the gun the previous militant had been forced to drop, and fired into the crowd. People screamed as bullets landed, velvet splatters staining the already bloody carpet and white walls. Aoyama pulled my arm, launching me over the reception counter as she dove behind me. Aulia jumped behind the chairs, her head hitting the table ledge.

"What the hell?" Aoyama screamed, as I peeked over the counter. Fallen bodies laid strewn across the lobby; he had aimed at those near the counters. Aulia was on her knees, a pouring gash on the side of her head, shaking Dokite.

"Hey, hey! Dokite, are you okay?" She cried. Her friend laid still, a hole in her neck.

"None of you guys can fool me! This is the nature of Hearts, all of you guys are the Enemy but me!" The militant aimed again, this time at Rafferty and Charī, who were spared from his initial onslaught. Charī gasped, taking Rafferty's chair by the handle and toppling it to the side. They tumbled to the ground, dodging the gunfire by a hair. However, the rifle in Rafferty's lap fell away from their reach.

On the opposite side of the room, the man with a broken arm made a dash for the hallway. The militant fired, the bullet piercing through the man's head, spilling his blood onto the wall behind him. He fell with a slump.

Charī pulled Rafferty behind a row of benches, as Natsuki leaped over a table, pushing it to the side as cover. The swordswoman charged in, swinging her blades with a cry of strength. He turned