Shibuya was a mess. People where running around screaming in fear. You enter the train station trying to stay away from the crowd. You heard sobbing, as you follow the sound you found a man sitting on the floor with his back on the wall crying desperately, you walk slowly and crunched next to him

“Hey, its ok…i can help you…” you said

“I hurt my brother…” he keep saying while pulling his hair desperately