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Akutagawa

I felt as helpless as when that single gunshot fired. My legs once again numb from running as fast as I could. Chuuya wasn't far behind me.

The Port Mafia, supposed to be a group to be feared. We're villainous, monstrous, and supposedly an easy target.

"We're almost there!" Nakahara yelled. With every stride my chest grew tighter.

'Enjoy the rest of your day'

I would be seething with rage right now, but only fear and panic reached the surface.

We split up to search. Chuuya looked for any remaining enemies, whilst I navigated straight to my room, where I had left Yoko sleeping.

Such a fool. How could I do this to her again?!

I burst through the doors to be greeted by the stench of fresh blood. Yoko was sitting upright, bodies collapsed on the floor around her.

I should've been thankful she was alive. Sorry for leaving her.

But I wasn't. I was emotionless. Because I could not see her expression, nor was I prepared to.

Her silver hair stained crimson with the liquid of life, a sign of death. Her hands stained, arms scratched.

But most terrifying of all, hundreds of silver-colored branches emerged from her back, each piercing the heart of a man.

She didn't let me see her face. She hid from the reality of the moment. Her ability, claiming hundreds of more victims.

"I'm so sorry." I utttered unable to think of anything else to say. As she stood, bruises and cuts became visible on her arms, her chest, her neck.

As she approached me, blood sliding down her hands only two words fell from her lips.

"I'm not."

We all wish to be freed. We want to fly to the heavens and embrace the peace there. We wish to escape the hell that is here in our lives.

So I pray,

Let her ascend.