Darkness. Screaming. Blood splattered. It's everywhere.

Nagayuki took in a sharp gasp as he shot up from his slumber in a sitting position. It was all the same drill but the hated to remember the time when the Clan had his way both with him and his brother.

He should have moved on from that… but at the same time he knew he couldn’t. Once the clan got you, you never got out, and since one could never get out, he would never be free. Nagayuki knew it and hated it with all his crooked heart.

He glanced down at his hands, his palms still held the faint trace of scars from the tortures he had went through as a child. He hated them. He hated the clan for forcing him and his brother together only to pit them against each other at the Jūni Taisen. It was so fucking unfair. And the worst thing of all? He blamed himself for all that had happened. He blamed himself. And fuck, he hated that too. He hated not to be able to sleep without the nagging sensation that all that… it had been his fault. And even more than that, he had been supposed to protect Takeyasu, that was what older brothers did, anyway. But he had let him die. He hadn’t protected him. And now Takeyasu was dead.