A familiar voice called her name. Mirai ran toward it desperately—that faint, beloved voice belonging to the one person she longed to see smile again, even just a little, the one she ached to free from endless suffering. There he stood: a faint silhouette of white glass, long flowing white hair, empty eye sockets bleeding endlessly.
"Louis?!"
He knelt, his form slowly crumbling into fragments, his entire being teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Mirai… help me…"
"Louis!"
She ran faster, but no matter how hard she pushed, Louis remained just out of reach.
She sprinted harder and harder until she tripped and watched him drift even farther away.
"No…! Louis…! Please wake up…! Please wake up, Louis!"
Tears streamed down her face as she crawled toward him, sobbing. The surrounding darkness suddenly shifted, coalescing into countless golden-red eyes.
