When I opened my eyes, all the familiar faces were gone.
All around me was a group of girls,
who, in my mind, were nothing but tools.
What should "I," who had lost everything, do?
Or rather, what should I do now that I've become a "weapon" just like them?
Maybe I'm no longer myself. I'll live on as 01.
Some things are easier to accept once they're gone.
Pick up the shield in my hands and use it to protect what I care about and cherish.
Wait, where's my shield?
"SOP over there, give me back my shield or you're going to make things difficult for me."
Maybe I'll die before I even get started (lol).
