Join up.

As uneasy as you are about his motives, you also know that he may be your best bet in understanding what the hell is going on right now. You bring up your phone and stare at Keito's party invite. Letting out a sigh, you click accept. A few numbers fly out of your phone and onto your arm. You look where the numbers accumulated, seeing a small arrow near your wrist. Curious, you press the arrow. Your status disappears and is replaced with Keito's status.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention that. Since we are in a party, you can now cast your spells on me as well using your status arm there. Healing, buffs, things like that." Keito informs you. Hearing about 50% of what he said, you can't help but swipe at your arm, scrolling the image back and forth. It's like you've suddenly entered some science fiction show.

"If you're done messing with your arm, we better get out of here." Keito warns, his gaze scanning the room.

"Why, what's the hurry?" You ask, just curious at his hasty demeanor.

"There's too many people here. Chances are one or more of those demons will show up, and we don't want to be here when they do."

"What about everyone else? What about the people who don't have the app?"

"What about them?" Keito says nonchalantly. You look at him in disgust, fury breaching your eyes.

"How could you!?" You scold him. Though, instead of flinching, he simply sighs.

"Look, no one can help everyone. We have to help ourselves first rather then help every Joe Smoe out there." Scrunching your face at his response, you can't help but find logic in his words. Though, once you think about it, there aren't very many people you really care about in the school anyway. There's only one person you can think of that really matters.

"Fine, but we have to go get my friend Caylee, otherwise I will never forgive myself." You demand. Keito grunts something under his breath, but otherwise agrees. "Thanks. Caylee is probably in the locker room because she does track. We should head there right away." Keito nods, starting his way towards the door. The two of you quickly transverse the halls, spotting the girls' locker room in the distance. You quicken your pace, a weird sense of urgency to each step. Reaching the door, you slam it open.