Kunikida’s voice cracked as he screamed, he clasped his hand over his face, obscuring his vision as he attempted to protect himself from the vision of what he has seen.

Kunikida broke down as he slumped over in the back of the van, watching as his colleagues left him behind. The traumatic memory of the incident just moments before burned into his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was his fault, feeling the guilt swarm his body. He murmured quietly.

"They're dead because of me..."