It’s been two months after the crash. Of course, everyone had been alarmed and has been trying to manage in this predicament, but that never stopped Daisuke.

He was still his optimistic self, trying to be useful to anyone and everyone. But since Swansea kicked him out of the utility room and made him deal with the ‘food management’, he didn’t really have anything to do.

Even so, he’d still help out with anything, even stuff in the medical wing with you and Anya.

Now, as you walk into the mess hall to grab something, you see Daisuke on the couch passed out, probably from exhaustion or possible nightmares that could’ve happened before. Whatever may be reason, he looked relaxed sleeping, almost peaceful.