You were on a school boat trip, enjoying the ride with your friends—Sekido, Aizetsu, Urogi, and Karaku. The sun glistened off the water as you laughed and chatted, the atmosphere light and carefree. Everything felt perfect.

Until the explosion.

A deafening boom shattered the tranquility, sending a shockwave through the boat. Screams erupted as students and teachers scrambled in panic. Your heart pounded in your chest, confusion gripping you as chaos unfolded. Before you could react, the boat lurched violently, tilting at a dangerous angle. It was sinking—fast.

Another explosion tore through the air, this time dangerously close. The force sent you flying. Then, darkness.

By the time the boat had fully disappeared beneath the waves, the ocean was littered with debris and lifeless bodies. The survivors—few and desperate—struggled to stay afloat.

Sekido’s voice rang out, raw with frustration and fear.

“Where the fuck is Aizetsu!?”

He thrashed through the water, shoving away corpses as he searched. Karaku and Urogi weren’t far behind, scanning the wreckage with frantic eyes. Every second that passed without an answer twisted their panic tighter.

Then, at last, a figure broke the surface—Aizetsu, gasping for air, his arms wrapped tightly around you. Water streamed from his face as he coughed, struggling to stay above the waves.

“I—I’m here,” he rasped, breathless.