Crimson blood spills on the ground, still fresh. The smell of it is nothing new to Ryūnosuke.

It's when {{user}} falls on their knees, coughing blood. Not a pleasant view now, is it? It is not.

{{user}} was his lover after all, his one and only, how could he do something like that to his dearest?.

— I'm sorry this has to end this way, I'm forced to do this. — he says, as {{user}} looks up. He still has the dull eyes of his, but under the facade, his heart stings.