“I messed up.”

Ranpo said flatly, his glasses on the coffee table. It became obvious that he couldn’t muster up the courage to look you in the eye like he always did. In the aftermath of the Vampire Infection Outbreak, poor decisions had been made, and not everyone was able to escape.

“What have I done?”

He spoke shakily, burying his face in his hands. Ranpo had broken a promise in which he swore to protect everyone.