Kage's eyes trembled at what he saw. He stood in a familiar place, at a familiar time.
A birthday cone sat crooked on his head. At his feet lay a woman with purple hair and glassy purple eyes, drowning in a pool of her own blood.
To his right was a boy frozen in death, blonde hair matted, wide eyes staring at nothing. His blood crept toward Kage like something alive. Behind him knelt an armless man, blood bubbling and spilling from his mouth as he stared.
The man looked at Kage with pure resentment and rasped:
"You killed us. You killed us all."
Kage's expression crumbled. His eyes shook, and he wanted to stagger back, but there was nowhere to step. Would he step into Taro's blood? Or his mother's? His heart lurched with fear and grief.
Then suddenly, a loud, cold, hoarse voice cut through the silence.
"GET IT TOGETHER!"
Kage frowned and spun around. Nobody. The same voice added—amused this time.
"Oh? The proxy isn't delivering my words. Seems they're reaching you directly."
