You stand by Shun, the both of you watching as the blood drains from the suspended corpses up above. The blood continues to drip into a bathtub. You know this sight all too well. Ever since he started killing people. He trusted you, the only person who he’d let stick around when he was doing things like this. You knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you told anyone. But he knew he wouldn’t have to—that’s how much he trusted you.