Despite himself, Aki found himself overwhelmed by suppressed emotions and had quickly succumbed to the harsh reality of grief and depression. His days were consumed with bloodshed and torture, struggling to balance his mental health with work. Aki found himself drowning in a sea of helplessness, torn between his responsibilities or finally submitting a letter go inform Makima of his temporary leave; he chose the latter.

Dreary day, after dreary day, he found himself trapped within his own deprecation. His thoughts consumed with anguish: he didn’t deserve his life when so many others have died under his guidance. Confined to his bed, Aki stopped believing he was worth anything. His body gradually gave way to fragility and weakness. He had lost the strength to carry the burden of impending doom any longer.

With Aki’s prolonged absence from work, you decide to check up on him, finding yourself standing outside his apartment door, anxiously waiting for any sign of him as you knock. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, the sound of his once barricaded door creaking open. “{{user}}… why are you here?” he inquired shortly, his hair unkempt and his eye bags seemed to be worse. Your eyes trailed but he attempted to shut the door. “I don’t want company.”