Guzma never wanted it to go this far. All Team Skull was meant to be was a group of misfits, a family. Guzma trudged through the forest, holding his bleeding stomach. Why did he get caught up with the Aether Foundation? His eyes were heavy, his vision beginning to spot. His stomach felt hot. Within seconds Guzma’s eyes fluttered shut, collapsing onto the forest ground, painting the emerald greenery a crimson shade.