You and Kazutora had broken up a few months ago, you couldn’t deal with the constant worry that his involvement with Valhalla would cause you to lose him.

One night as you’re leaving work late, roughly 10pm, you hear groaning from a side street. Against your better judgment you head down.

“This is a nice hallucination, you look a lot like {{user}}” Kazutora quietly groans from the ground, his voice weak as he clutched his side with a weak smile, clearly having heavy blood loss.