Chapter 3: Well

Entering through the newly opened door, the three of us move in a line due to the amount of stuff lying around, until we reach a desk with something covered on top. 

"Here it is. In perfect condition, just as I had left it."

"Christopher, you do us the honors."

With the old man confirming that what I've come for is under that gnawed blanket, Richard blurts out some exaggerated words and has me move into the little space in front of the desk. 

"Let's see what we have here. The sheath has no recognizable inscription of any kind... This length of blade is rather odd for its model... Umm Umm. May I remove it from the scabbard?"

Already in front of the desk he pulled out all my working equipment, from a microscope to a magnet, all to find out what it is made of and its characteristics. Although this doesn't yield many results due to the fact that it is necessary to have it at hand.

"Sure, sure. You're the expert on the matter."

"Mr. Higurashi, this is what they call professional language. By the way, I didn't know you spoke English."

Those two had engaged in another conversation, but that was of no interest to me, no, my interest was in this sword. Its weight, length, everything is so perfect, almost addictive... So I removed it from its sheath. 

*BOOM*

It was like an explosion, but not in the vicinity or on the physical plane, it was as if the gravity of the world crushed me and squeezed me to make me disappear from this world. 

[Hehehehe, what is this... A little fox.] 

"Professor se... well"

"Hey take care of him... water... I bring."

The surrounding voices started to merge, lengthen or shorten, everything was very weird and added to the cold sweat traveling down my forehead, I know there's a problem. 

"I need air...I'm goingI'm going...out."

"This way, I'll help you"

Before Richard can help me and my vision gets even more blurred, I try to get out of here with my body almost crushed. 

Thanks to my erratic movements, I hit one thing or another, causing them to fall all over the place and in an oversight, ended up falling towards the inside where the well is located. 

[Don't resist, little fox, it's useless, it's all useless!]

The screams of an unknown voice seem to burst my head, adding to my body getting heavier and useless, all my senses lose direction and in a few seconds I only feel the emptiness.... 

...3rd person pov…

"PROFESSOR!!!" 

Richard's shout echoed throughout the warehouse, though it eventually faded and his eyes lost some sparkle, only to return to normal clarity.

"What's the matter young man?

Rushing in as if the wind will carry him, the elder Higurashi enters from the doorway with a rather quizzical face, as if he doesn't even know what's going on here. 

"I... I. Nothing, I just got excited."

"Hahaha, I understand there are many who yell at the well to get rid of stress. But didn't you come to see those antiques?"

Without anyone noticing, some memories were ripped from the collective consciousness or it would be closer hidden, no one will know soon.