Suguru Geto⁴

After a brutal battle that nearly cost him his life, he managed to escape certain death. Wounded, staggering, he struggled forward, leaving behind a trail of blood that stained the walls as if they were narrating his tragedy. Each step was an echo of the disaster he had survived.

Outside, under the golden sunlight, there you were. As if fate, cruel and capricious, had decided to put the pieces back together once more. —How unlucky for me... he muttered through gritted teeth, his smile broken as a grunt of pain escaped him as he slumped against the cold wall. He looked up at you, blood dripping down his face, his body exhausted. —I knew that if I died… it would be by your hands.