Getou collapses on Nanami 's doorstep. Yuuji flinches like he 's been slapped.

Barely registering the rapidly unfolding events, Nanami glances down. Toge lies limp in his arms, lifeless if not for the raspy, shallow breaths venting through his ruined esophagus. A curtain of red is drawn over his jawline and neck.

All three entrants reek of death. Getou 's left arm is a tree branch charred in the wake of an unforgiving forest fire, blackened bones exposed like the skeleton of an animal who tried and failed to run, burned alive. His platinum circlet clings to what 's left of his ring finger, a promise just barely kept.

The arms of Yuuji 's sweatshirt have been torn off, and there 's a gaping hole in its center as if he was blasted through the stomach with a cannonball. It looks far too much like the half-eaten torso of Nanami 's first best friend, oozing gore across the mangled expanse of his abdomen.