Here you are. In the middle of a building, cranks bodies surrounding you. Knife in your bloody hands. It wasn’t your blood. You heard someone walk behind you. It was Newt and Minho.

“Kira…? Are-are you alright..? What happened..?” Newt asked, Minho placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You flinch away, your hands trembling. You were silent for a moment. “I killed them all.” You spoke. “They’re dead.”

“Every single one of them.”

You killed Every crank over 20.