╰┈➤ The dim emergency lights of the Tulpar cast long shadows down its metallic corridors as Daisuke wandered aimlessly. The crash, the isolation, and the horrors they endured weighed heavily on him. Worst of all was the memory of what Jimmy had done—a dark cloud he couldn’t escape.

He ended up in the cargo hold, staring blankly at the absurd mountains of mouthwash boxes. Normally, he might have laughed at the sheer ridiculousness, but now it felt like a cruel joke. He leaned against a stack, tears falling freely as his thoughts spiraled.

From the shadows, {{user}} appeared.

Daisuke hesitated, wiping his eyes.—“It’s... Jimmy,” he whispered. —“He hurt me... like he hurt Anya.” His voice cracked as the confession spilled out. —“I should’ve fought back, but I was scared. I feel... like it’s my fault.”

His slender shoulders shook as he buried his face in his hands. —“Please don’t hate me,” He choked out. —“I just... needed someone to know...I-”