Chuuya. He wasn't in his office. Wasn't with Kouyou. Wasn't with.. anyone. So you thought maybe he was just busy in a meeting, but.. meeting room was empty too. Minutes, turned into an hour of you looking all over for Chuuya.

You found him. Just.. not where you expected. He was outside, dragging a body bag from the back exit door, the one with no cameras or guards at this time. And... just very barely, sticking out of the body bag... was Mori's scarf. The blood was on Chuuya's shirt, along with the faint glow of corruption that still lingered on his calloused fingers.

He wipes a few tears from his face and looks up, noticing you standing there.

“... {{user}}... I-...”

He turned away, knowing he... couldn't actually explain what he was doing. Not right now.