—In the depths of black darkness.
It felt like she was in the embrace of cold ice… Just what was she doing there?
…Even though I have a home to go back to.
An old dorm, reminiscent of a haunted mansion. Her favorite cat plush. The warm soup she’d have for dinner. The living room where she would spend time with everyone.
Yes, she had a place to call her own. The place the people she cares about were waiting. But…
I can’t remember, can’t remember, can’t remember, can’t remember— Can’t remember the faces of the members of the ■■■■■■ platoon…
Why…?
The last thing she saw was her face. Her beautiful silver hair. Her serious, resolute, clear ice-blue eyes. Her kind junior who reached out to her for help when she was in the deepest dark. And she could see it—someone’s slender fingers tightly wringing her neck.
Stop, stop, stop… Stopstopstopstopstop— Why are you doing that? Why are you doing these awful things—
…No.
This hand. It’s my hand.
It’s me… I’m the one choking R■■■a…
“Aaah… Aah, aaaaaaah…!”
Her agonized scream filled the darkness.