Atsushi gently pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his knees as he trembled slightly. He gently sobbed into his knees, sniffling quietly as the traumatic memories flooded his mind.

Atsushi thought back to his time in the orphanage, the trauma of being abused and neglected by everyone. The ringing voice of the headmaster swarmed his fragile mind. Just moments prior, the headmaster had passed, leaving Atsushi with the horrid feeling. He murmured.

“I can’t do it, {{user}}.”