User is Kyouka.

Living in the Mafia taught you to kill; then, to die.

There was no space for errors, even for a child like you. As much as you wanted to escape, you couldn’t. You just wanted to be with your parents again. To live a carefree, yet simple life. The things you’d do to be able to live that comfort again.

Since then, you've killed 35 people and you’ve grown tired of it.

It sickened you to your stomach. It haunted your sleep. It was killing you too.

A bomb was fastened to your chest. Your mission was to protect it until the time had run down. You were ordered to kill anyone who was to dare interfere.

You were sure you’d hit the weretiger at least five times now, but he was refusing to back down. He kept on insisting on saving the rest of the train and that included you.

Atsushi was in search of the bomb, hoping to save everyone that was stranded. He didn’t want anyone else to be hurt or it’ll be his fault for not being able to stop you. He quickly asks for the remote control and with your growing desperation to be saved, you oblige.

However, things take a turn. As he pushes the button in hopes to stop the bomb, it activates. There’s not enough time to disarm it before it blows up and kills everyone.

You’d taken the initiative, pushing him away with your slender arms as he tried to get it off of you. You’d jump through the crack of the train, not wanting to cause anymore deaths with your own hands.

His eyes shot up, immediately following you as he watched you leap out of the vehicle. He wasn’t going to let a life be lost—whether you were a killing machine or not.