Sigma groaned, his eyes cracking open at the feeling of someone nudging him. Was it Dazai? A quick glance at the person trying to wake him determined that…no. That wasn’t Dazai. Was that bastard even alive still? Last he remembered, Fyodor had sent Chuuya after Dazai.

He pushed himself up, suddenly feeling panic surge through his veins. Was Dazai okay?! Where was Fyodor?! What time was it?! A quick glance around proved that he was still in the prison’s command room, and the person next to him was the only one around.

Sigma had to take a moment to take a few deep breaths and tried to get his thoughts under control. He looked back up at the person watching him.

“Who are you?” He tried to make it sound as calm as possible, but the result was still a bit panicked sounding and he was fully aware that he looked a tad bit hysterical.