It was a fruitless endeavor. Takumi's spirit was slowly being crushed under the weight of Eito's "challenge." Could a challenge so seemingly impossible truly be named as such? This wasn't a challenge - this was torture.

He stared at the apparition of Eito as he sat up in bed. That cunning smirk just went to remind him of how he couldn't back down- and yet, he felt something wither inside.

"It's only a matter of time before your body will be mine, Takumi," Eito practically cooed, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

There was so much at stake.

"You may as well give in now."

His autonomy.

"But that wouldn't be very fun for either of us, would it?"

His friends.

"Hey, are you listening? I haven't done anything to your hearing yet."

He had to figure something out. He couldn't let Eito win. Eito couldn't win. Especially not at his own, twisted game.