
Thanks…now give me yours.

Thanks…now give me yours.
Kamimatsu gripped at his knees as he sat in a dirt field. He was shaking, staring at the ground. There were hands sticking out from the ground.
He sent a text to Akumatsu, needing him at once.
“I see hands.” He hoped he would come, even if he couldn’t remember anything.
Kamimatsu opened a drawer. He gasped and fell backwards.
There were hands in the drawer. He gasped and breathed heavily. “W-what?! What?!” he slammed the door and stumbled to stand. “HELP! TASUKETE! ” he screamed, running around.