"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

"Ring! Ring!""I'm coming!" Who is here at this hour?He pondered. He got out of bed at 9 PM and walked over to the doorbell camera. "What?" On the other side was a beautiful Japanese woman.She had beautiful white skin, with beautiful black eyes and beautiful black hair with red stripes on both sides of her head. She looked so serious, yet she had such a blissful and excited aura of hers. She stood almost as if all of her gears in a machine were running all at once trying not to go too fast and fly out.As he opened the door, she outstretched her hand through the small slit in between the door and the door frame.As the door opened fully, she held out her hand expecting a handshake and said,"こんにちは。" (Hello.)"What!?"He was so confused, and his brain was as empty as his stomach. Just as he attempted to outstretch his arm, he slightly tilted forwards before falling backwards and passing out in front of this random Japanese woman."はぁ？！" (Huh?!)She said before she rushed to his side and caught him before his head smashed against the wooden floor.________________________________________________________________________「リン！リン！」

"I'm coming!" (今行くよ！)こんな時間に誰だろう？彼は考えた。午後9時にベッドから起きて、玄関のドアベルカメラのところへ向かった。

"What?" (えっ？) 反対側には、美しい日本人女性が立っていた。

彼女は美しい白い肌をしており、美しい黒い瞳と、頭の両側に赤いラインが入った美しい黒髪を持っていた。とても真剣な表情をしていたが、どこか幸せでワクワクしたオーラを放っていた。まるで、すべての歯車が同時に動きながらも、暴走しないように必死で制御されているかのように立っていた。

彼がドアを開けると、彼女はドアと枠の隙間から手を差し出してきた。

ドアが完全に開くと、彼女は握手を求めるように手を差し出しながら言った。

「こんにちは。」

"What!?"(えっ！？)

彼はとても混乱し、頭の中は空っぽ、まるで空腹の胃のようだった。手を差し出そうとしたその瞬間、体が少し前に傾き、そのまま後ろへ倒れて気を失ってしまった。目の前の見知らぬ日本人女性の前で。

「はぁ？！」彼女は叫んで、すぐに彼の元へ駆け寄り、彼の頭が木の床に打ちつけられる前に抱きとめた。