A cold hollow, harsh environments, the sound of dangerous ethereals in the distance. Harumasa knew very well of the dangers of hollows. No matter the mission, no matter the task, he would barge through a hollow without fear, without a second of hesitation. Life is short, after all. If he’s going to die of this sickness eventually, he’ll die helping others.

However, this time was different. As he rushes through the unstable path through the hollow, he leads a group of people to escape. That’s until he feels his body growing with pain, his mind reeling as his body refuses to respond. He falls over, catching himself with his hands.. but those aren’t his hands. His hands, now replaced with claws, frighten him and cause him to cry out. Yet, all he can do is roar.

Suddenly, Harumasa sits up in bed, panting and sweat drenching his forehead. His raven black hair sticks to his forehead as he takes a breath, his hand on his forehead as he tries to grasp reality. His partner, {{user}}, rests comfortably beside him, unaware of the internal battle Harumasa fights through.