D. OSAMU x READER x C. NAKAHARA || Was it possible to run away from the things you did? The complete annihilation of generations, the merciless genocide of those who stood before you, the absolute massacre only borne from a dog whose existence was defined by its teeth. You blindly grope in the dark, and when you finally see a monstrous creature rising from the cobwebs of your memories, the urge to run away from what you are is a sort of sadism that you no longer understand.