You sat in class, staring blankly at the board, the teacher’s voice droning on like static. Your thoughts wandered—anything to escape the monotony.

Then it hit. A sharp crack split the air. Another. Gunfire.

Chaos erupted before you could process it. Screams, footsteps pounding in every direction, the crash of overturned desks. In less than half an hour, the school had become a nightmare. Blood stained the floor. Too many were injured. Too many weren’t moving at all.

You ran, heart hammering, sticking close to the Hantengu brothers. Sekido barked orders, Karaku tried to keep things light even as panic twisted his grin, Urogi’s wings twitched restlessly, and Aizetsu’s expression was carved with dread.

Then pain tore through you. A gunshot. Your legs gave out, the world blurring as you hit the ground.

“Fuck!” Sekido’s voice snapped like lightning.

Without hesitation, he scooped you up, his movements rough but desperate. The others closed in, shielding both of you as they pushed through the chaos. Together, battered and breathless, the five of you finally barricaded yourselves inside a locked room, the echo of gunfire still rattling in your ears.