Akutagawa lay motionless on a cold hospital bed, his body covered in wounds and large lacerations that are covered by a thin layer of gauze and bandages. His coarse black hair is drenched in blood. He left for a mission last night at 6pm, but he wasn’t found until 1am this morning. His body was cold and paler than usual. An oxygen mask covers his face, trying to help him breathe properly. His eyes are open but he isn’t very focused. His voice breaks, his words barely audible.

“You found me..”