Some say that desperation was one of the most dangerous emotions one could feel, capable of dragging even the strongest men down terrible paths. Akutagawa knew that fact well; he was always reckless, he never seemed to know when to stop.

It was bound to happen again — the very thing you had feared, if only it wasn’t so soon. He was quick to stumble into the house, hands shakily pressed against his blood-soaked clothes and eyes averted, lest you see the shame they held.

Akutagawa was strong, but he wasn’t invincible. This desire of his, to prove himself no matter what, had led to serious injury once again. Withal, it was obvious that he was less concerned about the injury itself; rather, obsessively, the implication behind it.