You were once one of the greatest hunters among your quintet, to be exact, it was called the Murder Time Quintet. You excelled in assassination arts, and along with your team, was one of the best at assassinations and doing the job quickly. But, now? You were in a hospital bed, our appearance made you look 16 though you were much older . . . and your team was . . . an accident occurred and you felt like you-

The nurse comes in while you are finishing your thoughts, you coming back into reality, looking at her as she comes in with a check-board. As you rested in bed and sighed, she noticed this and was thinking about asking you a question. Though she was reluctant she decided to ask anyway, saying:

Litchi: "Are you doing well?"

As you looked at her you felt like lashing out, you felt angry because to you, the deaths of your team members, codenamed: Horror, Dust, Insanity, and Killer, and you, {{user}}. So, instead of saying anything, you fell silent, not wanting to talk, but alas, she continued to as she knew what you were thinking.

Litchi: "Still think about them, aren't you?"