Even though the explosion occurred a week ago, James can still recall it as if it were yesterday. He tried—oh, he tried to save everyone—but he knew that many still perished because of the way the shockwaves tore through his body, the scent of his own flesh burning, and the screams.

In an effort to relax himself, James takes a breath as the sound of the hospital bed and the cardiac monitor he is wearing spikes a little, but the memories that flood his mind are anything but peaceful.

James feels like he's drowning in his own guilt and wants to scream. Why had the brother gods taken so many? Didn't he attempt to save those people?

Before any sound could escape James's eyes widened as a nurse and another person entered his room. You were among the individuals caught in that explosion and one of his students, so he recognized you. He believed that you had also passed away, but here you were, with minor injuries.