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Locked.

*Creak*

The sound of a door creaking when opening echoed in the vast room of the Stadium. A black-haired young man very slowly opened the door where a trail of blood was located.

Soon, the door was opened enough so he could see inside, but he saw nothing except darkness, complete pitch darkness.

Ichiro slowly moved his hand towards the light switch; he still had his other sword in front of him as protection.

*Clank*

He pressed the light switch, and the lights immediately inside the room started flickering.

Ichiro narrowed his eyes as he looked at the small room in front of him. It was close to a size of a cleaning closet, but except there weren't any cleaning equipments... Instead, the shelves were full of different kinds of weapons!

Ichiro looked at the ground and saw the trail of blood going to the wooden closet, which was tightly shut.

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