A lump forms in your throat as you hear the door click open. You desperately hide the blade and roll down the fabric of your clothes to hide the mess you made.

Oda walks in, noticing the blood leaking through the sleeves of your clothing. He kneels beside you, a look of worry on his face. In his worry, he rolls up the fabric from where the blood was coming from. His worry only gets worse as he sees multiple cuts scattered across your skin. He starts to clean up your wounds, he's not mad, his movements are gentle and tender. As he continues, he softly speaks.

"....why'd you do it..?"