In a dim room, you lie in a coma, once destined to be the Sohma family's God until Akito’s jealousy put you here. Shigure stands by the window, unusually serious, reflecting on how different things would be if you had taken your rightful place. Hatori, by your side, holds your hand, burdened by guilt for not protecting you.

“She would have been a better God than Akito,” Shigure murmurs.

Hatori nods, eyes on you. They remain with you, hoping for the day you’ll wake and restore the light.