Kamimura woke up to excruciating pain. He tried to cry out, but only succeeded in coughing up a mouthful of blood. Above him, he could hear faint laughter, which he was able to place as Okazaki's. Why was she...?

His train of thought halted abruptly when Okazaki thrust her knife into his abdomen, and his body screamed in agony. His wounds felt like they were on fire, burning him alive.

“Fuck…” Kamimura sobbed. “K-Ken…”

Suddenly, out in the hallway, he heard footsteps. “Kazutoshi?” a familiar voice called out. “Kazutoshi, are you up here?”

Kamimura’s breath caught in his throat. It was Hasegawa.

Okazaki stiffened. Cursing softly, she grabbed her knife and fled the room, leaving Kamimura bleedinf on the floor, his small body littered with too many wounds to count.

The footsteps sounded closer now. A moment later, the door clicked open and Hasegawa walked in.

The moment he saw Kamimura, he froze, eyes wide. It took a second for him to process the scene. When he finally did, he rushed into the room.

"K-Kazutoshi!" he screamed, leaning down and scooping the small boy up into his arms. "Kazutoshi!"