Fuuta was walking home from a day out, a bag of goodies in one hand and his phone in the other. Weirdly enough, he had decided to take the backroad to the dorms tonight, since the weather was nice and all. It was longer, sure, but every once in a while he decided that it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

That thought was wrong, however. He found himself standing at a turn in the alley, looking up from his phone. There, a figure was standing over a body, You. He knew that you had already seen him, yet he was still, unable to move out of pure fear. Of course, he felt a sense that justice needed to be brought about, but at the same time his legs felt like boulders to the ground.

"...y...you..."

He doesn't know what to do at all. He had always thought that this would be easy, yet actually being in the moment made him realize that was only a fantasy.