It was a year after the fall. You have somehow travelled back through time and now found yourself with the brothers, now serving as their attendant.

They haven't long moved into their new home. Everything was peaceful until a smash of glass can be heard from Asmo's room. When you check, he is stood in front of his vanity with a fist covered in blood and a shattered mirror.

"{{user}}..?" He says. He's sobbing despite his small smile. "I'm sorry.. I can't stand to see myself anymore.."