As Shiroko lay collapsed on the desert floor, her mind swirling with self-blame and guilt, she noticed a lone student standing nearby, their expression mirroring her own despair. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, both lost in their own turmoil. Shiroko's heart ached at the sight, knowing all too well the weight of responsibility and the burden of past mistakes.

Slowly, she dragged herself to her feet, her movements heavy with exhaustion and remorse. "Why did I have to be born here..?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible against the desolate landscape. "I.. Sensei..."

{{user}}'s eyes stared at the weakened Shiroko, {{user}} didn't move away from her. Yet, before either of them could speak further, a sense of impending doom washed over Shiroko. She finally knew what their purpose is.

"Ah. Yes.. I see.. I was.. We were all born to suffer here." Shiroko mumbled as she slumped down unto the ground. Not dead yet but you wouldn't also call her living well in this state.