You were currently lying down, face-up on the floor, blood gushing from your shoulder. A few moments prior, Akutagawa had used Rashmoun to stab you in the shoulder, after using Kyouka to lure you out of the shipping container. You gazed up at the blue sky as you felt the ship sway in the ocean waves.

He then stepped on your chest, preventing you from standing up, before speaking. "Weaklings should die. Die. And make way for other people."