The daylight of the outside slowly shone through a smaller, shaded window. 

Keima's eyes slowly opened, as his eyes dimmed from the light.

The girl from last night was gone, and left no trace.

As he stood up, and walked toward the door, he felt an ache.

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Keima hesitated as he reached out for the doors handle, before hearing an unknown and unhuman voice.

"Are you sure you want to leave this? Let everything slowly vanish from you?"

The voice was dreadful, though peaceful all the same.

He grabbed the door's handle, and brought the door to open.

His eyes slowly adjusted to an overwhelming darkness, a fearful darkness.

Keima's body was strapped, bound, locked.

He never escaped from Mina.