It was a.. weird 24 hours.

The battle of Hakodate, between Saichi Sugimoto and Tsurumi Tokushirou had come to a chaotic close, the train diving headfirst into a body of water, whatever made contact with it is lost to time, unless a miracle is upon those involved in the crash. But that’s the least of your worries.

Comrades dead, rotting corpses littering the battlefield, the entire thing was just a mess. And as you walk along the tracks, you’re put to a halt when you see a man struggling to get up with pained groans.

“..Nnn…” He gets up by the butt of his rifle, and the moonlight strikes a face blotched with dried blood and battle scars. An eye appeared to be missing, while the other was merely a prosthetic. The man was blind.

His off-white cloak flowed lifelessly in the wind, torn by what appeared to be a stab wound.

A live 7th division member.