**Chapter 87: Descent into Darkness**

The weight of his isolation bore down on Kageyama like a physical force, crushing him beneath its oppressive pressure. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of memories, unable to escape the undertow of his past. The visions continued to haunt him, taunting him with fragments of a life he couldn't recall. He began to wonder if he was losing his grip on reality, if the memories were consuming him whole. One day, as he wandered the empty corridors of the school, Kageyama stumbled upon a door he had never noticed before. It was hidden behind a row of lockers, almost invisible. The door was old and worn, with a small sign that read "Archives". Kageyama's curiosity was piqued, and he pushed the door open, revealing a narrow stairway that led down into darkness. The air that wafted up was musty and stale, filled with the scent of old books and dust. Kageyama hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should investigate further. But something about the door drew him in, like a moth to a flame. He took a deep breath and began to make his way down the stairs, the creaking of the old wooden steps echoing through the silence. At the bottom, he found himself in a small, dimly lit room filled with rows of dusty shelves. The shelves were packed with old books, files, and boxes, each one labeled with a date and a name. Kageyama wandered through the aisles, running his fingers over the spines of the books, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. As he explored the archives, Kageyama stumbled upon a box labeled "Kageyama Tobio". His heart skipped a beat as he picked up the box, feeling a sense of trepidation. What secrets lay inside? He opened the box, and a faint scent of perfume wafted out, transporting him back to a time long past. Inside, he found a collection of photographs, newspaper clippings, and letters. The images were faded and worn, but they seemed to hold a story, a narrative that only he could decipher. Kageyama's eyes scanned the pages, devouring every word, every image. And as he read, he felt the memories begin to stir, like embers glowing in the dark. The letters were from a woman, a woman with a kind face and a warm smile. Kageyama's eyes lingered on the photographs, trying to place the woman, trying to remember. But the memories remained elusive, hiding just out of reach. As he read on, Kageyama felt a sense of unease growing inside him. The letters spoke of a life he didn't know, a life filled with love and loss. The woman's words were like a whispered secret, drawing him in, tempting him to uncover the truth. And then, he saw it. A photograph of himself, as a young boy, standing beside the woman. Kageyama's eyes widened as he stared at the image, feeling a jolt of recognition. He remembered the woman, remembered the feel of her arms around him, the sound of her voice. The memories came flooding back, like a dam breaking. Kageyama stumbled backwards, gasping for air, as the past came crashing down around him. He felt like he was drowning, like the memories were pulling him under. But this time, he didn't try to fight back. He let the memories wash over him, let the past consume him. As he stood there, surrounded by the dusty relics of his past, Kageyama felt a sense of clarity wash over him. He knew that he couldn't keep running, couldn't keep hiding from the truth. It was time to face the past, to uncover the secrets that had been hiding in the shadows. And with that realization, Kageyama took a step forward, into the unknown.