four shots until youre

Tsukasa, in the few moments he has, assesses the situation he’s found himself in. Below him is the maid from before, a knife driven right into their chest. She’s dead. In front of him are two figures. One being Takahshi, who sits at the edge of the bed cowering in fear. Beside him, a knife gripped tightly in their left hand, can only be the villain of this whole ordeal.However, it’s not who he expects to see. Not in a million years. Tsukasa’s heart drops in his chest as he sees someone all too familiar. Purple hair and yellow eyes. They stare back at him, face just as surprised.“Tsukasa-kun?” They whisper softly, not a hint of ill intent in their voice. He hates how innocent they sound. Hates how betrayed it makes him feel.