The pressure presses against every inch of his aching skin. His dark hair drifts like seaweed in the buoyancy, like the soft, fragile life of a human being.
There is no salvation to be found, no hope to be seen.
Because there is no one here but him.
He cannot feel time passing, nor does he know what day or year it is.
More terrifying still is his heart, already despairing, unable to see even the slightest glimmer of light.
This despair nearly crushes him, driving him to the brink of collapse as it gnaws away at every last bit of his will to survive, like ants devouring his heart.
The scream he longs to unleash can only sleep forever beneath the water, melding with the deathly silence around him until he gradually loses himself.
His mind loses its way in this underwater forest of immortals...
...a prison from which he is destined never to escape.
"You're the one who truly doesn't understand loneliness, Kyoya."
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No, no, no, Chairman Skylark, what's wrong with you? You're a scumbag!!!!
6918 Saigao. . . .