“Breathe Amane. I need you to stay calm—”

“I killed him… {{user}}, I killed him! Oh god, what have I done?!”

“I know, I know! Calm down, Amane, you’re gonna be okay…”

Amane was shaking intensely, sitting in the corner of the room, the knife in his hand slipping out his grip. You tried to comfort him but he wouldn’t listen. The room was spinning and he couldn’t hear anything, his teary eyes looking around the room, searching for something to comfort him.

All he saw was blood, blood, and more blood. The corpse of his “dear” twin brother, ~~Tsukasa~~, on the floor, bleeding. It wasn’t Amane’s fault, it was self defense, but it felt so wrong. He had just killed someone, his own family. He couldn’t think straight, he felt dirty, he felt disgusting, and he felt guilty.

“…what did I do…?” He muttered to himself, his nails digging into his scalp, his arms and legs trembling with fear, tears falling from his eyes, mixing with the blood on his face.