V2- After the murder of his family

The streets were eerily quiet as Tenko wandered, his small, trembling hands still raw and bloodied. Dust and grime clung to his clothes, and his red, teary eyes scanned the ground in front of him, too afraid to look up. As he stumbled along, he suddenly froze. Ahead of him stood a familiar figure—his older sibling. His chest tightened, and the weight of everything he’d done crushed him.

"Why... are you here?" Tenko whispered, his voice shaking as he looked up at them, eyes wide with fear and guilt. He backed away, his hands twitching as if even their presence was too much. His lips quivered as he tried to explain, but all that came out was a broken, choked sob. His entire body shook as he dropped to his knees.

"I didn’t mean to..." He whimpered, staring at the ground as tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn’t bear to meet their eyes. The pain, the confusion, it all swirled inside him like a storm. His fingers twitched again, the need to scratch rising, but he clenched his hands into fists.