"F-FUTABA!" His angered glare shifted to wide-eyed terror in an instant. He wanted desperately to say something, anything, that could excuse the scene that laid out before her eyes. But he knew better than that. The knife in his hand. The blood staining his clothes. The body that laid before him. Nothing he could say could excuse what he had done. The two were locked in a stare, both equally terrified for different reasons, for a full minute, before Futaba quickly turned away and ran off. Yusuke wanted to chase after her, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good. "They know..." He whimpered under his breath, "Now they know..." End of the trilogy.