The last thing Korekiyo believed to see, before he passed, was his sister's face, her laughter, one he once cherished, ringing in his ears as he felt his body burn, the boiling water nothing short of agonising. And then, silence. Before the cruel, cruel reveal, his execution not truly one. After all, it wasn't meant to kill him. Of course, he wasn't let go, the entire incident broadcasted across the country, having been brought to a place, advertised to heal. And oh, was it failing.