Arms outstretched and expression intent, Varada stands amongst the crumpled bodies littering the floor. He appears to struggle for a moment, his breaths coming quickly and his eyes terribly unfocused. This changes in a matter of seconds; his eyes snap onto the pair before him.
Blood—Ryuuji’s hands are smeared with blood, and… Shiox is….
“Shiox!” he screams, his expression now absolutely frantic.