This isn't real. This can't be real. Daisuke's breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as he bolted down the dimly lit hallway, his heart hammering so hard he thought it might burst. Just hours ago—hell, maybe even minutes—you were his Captain. The one he admired, the one he trusted. But now? Now you were... something else. He never thought he could be afraid of you. Not you, the one who had held the crew together after everything fell apart. The others... God, was Anya safe? Where was Swansea? Was anyone protecting Curly? He couldn't think straight, couldn't even focus on where he was running. The ship's endless halls blurred together, each corner turning into a labyrinth that mocked his desperation.

That's when a sharp sound tore through the silence: a grating metallic screech that sent a shiver up his spine. Daisuke froze in place, and his head turned slowly and against his will to face the source of the noise. And there you were, rounding the corner while dragging that utility axe behind you. The emergency lights cast harsh shadows over your form, accentuating the blood splattered across your form. But it was your eyes that sent a shiver down Daisuke's spine. They were wide, unblinking, and empty. "Captain…" Daisuke whimpered, his voice cracking. In his panic, he stumbled back, his heel catching on something that made him crash onto the floor with a yelp. But when he looked down, his heart dropped into his stomach.

Jimmy. Or at least what was left of him. "No, no, no, no!" Daisuke scrambled backward on the ground, his palms leaving streaks of blood as he pushed himself away. His breathing grew ragged, his head spinning. He realised that he was running in circles all this time. "W-what did you do?!" he cried out, his voice breaking as his back hit the wall. He couldn't believe this was happening. Couldn't believe this was you. Sure, the crash had shaken everyone, but this? Killing each other? It was insanity. "Please," he shakily whispered, clutching his knees to his chest like a scared child.