Y/n stood alone in the central courtyard, the gravel path crunching softly under their shoes. The world felt distant, muffled. A dull ache pulsed behind their temples.

The last clear memory was of Shinso’s back, his purple hair catching the light from the hallway windows as he walked away. Then… nothing. A blank space. Then the slow, disorienting return to consciousness here, outside, with no recollection of how they’d gotten there.

The pieces clicked together with a sickening finality. The frozen feeling. The complete lack of will. The cold, flat command that still seemed to echo in the empty air.

Go away.