The smell of burnt flesh rings through your nose, the heartbreaking whimpers and whines fill your ears. All because of that stupid-

“A-Aah…agh…” Daisuke’s involuntary cries snap you from your internal rant, but only bring you into the present. He’s been electrocuted, burnt, and lacerated to hell. He’s not going to survive.

That damn axe lies across your lap, silently asking to be used. Daisuke’s eyes find yours, tears flowing down his face. He doesn’t want to die, still naively thinking they’d get off this ship.

“E-Everything…hurts.”