Haruhi caught up to her, looking up at the sign above the door. "The Third Music Room?" "Well, the other music rooms had music coming from them, obviously. But this one doesn't, it's silent. Maybe this room could be your little study room." Haruhi looked at the door to the room once more before he shrugged. What's the worst that could happen? Well, the Host Club could happen.

He was expecting a blank page which nothing written on it. But, nothing was going the way he planned. His eyes widened as they filled with tears, scanning over the words. Seven words written in thick, black pen was on the page, haunting his mind as his hands began to shake. Be careful. They'll die if you tell.