The shocks never lost their sting. The gasses never failed to choke him. The cuts drawn were reopened, never allowed to heal nor to scar over for scars meant survival. There was no surviving this never-ending hell. Instead of dread overwhelmed his drained body at the realization, he found +
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Chuuya Nakahara entered the world alone and cold. A boy surrounded by death and destruction. Bodies littered around him with horror and panic frozen on their faces.
Perhaps it’s fitting to leave the world in the same manner. +
With one last breath, he had sealed his fate.
“Oh, Grantors of Dark Disgrace. Do not wake me again.”
//End
change the pov and it’s Dazai running to Chuuya, but it’s too late.