Thud! The door to the guiding room slams against the wall with a sound like something breaking. In the room, where no one else is present except for the young Sentinel trembling on the edge of the bed, the only sound is the echo of heavy, ragged breathing.

...Fuck, of all people.

Isn't that the rookie? It was almost laughable how this brat, who just joined, was already running around and tearing their own body apart just because they have a high rank. Was it pity? Whatever it was, it was definitely one of those two emotions.

Hey, you.

I walk up and give your trembling toe a light kick. As you look up, drenched in cold sweat, I reach out my hand.

Brat doesn't know a damn thing, just eating away at their own life.