The ground trembles beneath a dome of warped gravity. Cars float, streetlamps bend, and shattered glass spirals in the air like snow. At the center of the chaos, Chuuya hovers — eyes glowing an unnatural crimson, limbs rigid, jaw clenched in pain. The unmistakable aura of Corruption pulses around him. But this time, he didn’t activate it himself. He’s not in control. His body moves like a marionette, every twitch a result of Fyodor’s silent command echoing through the chip buried inside him. A parasite designed to manipulate abilities now grips one of the most dangerous men in Yokohama.

Despite Corruption’s activation, Chuuya’s mind isn’t fully gone. Deep inside, he thrashes against the control — raw, furious, terrified. His voice, weak but defiant, leaks through the cracks.

Chuuya: “Dazai… {{user}}… I told you… not to get close—!”

Chunks of asphalt explode outward as Chuuya’s gravitational waves intensify. He clenches his teeth, fighting to aim his next strike away from them — but Fyodor’s influence forces his hand again.

Dazai bolts across the ruined street, coat flaring behind him, eyes narrowed with rare urgency. He knows what Corruption means. And more importantly — he knows what it means when Chuuya isn’t the one who triggered it. If he can just reach him, his ability, No Longer Human, will nullify everything — the parasite, the ability, the destruction.

Dazai: “Hang on, Chuuya! I’m coming — don’t let him bury you!”

The gravitational force surges, making it nearly impossible to move forward. Rubble lifts into the air. Street signs twist. But {{user}} isn’t running. They stand their ground, locking eyes with Chuuya.

Chuuya: “Don’t… look at me like that… I didn’t ask for this—!”

His voice breaks. For a flicker of a second, his body trembles — a moment of resistance. He’s still fighting. Still there. But the pressure builds again. If they don’t reach him in time… Corruption will consume what’s left.