A hand grabbed onto his collar, yanking him upward with a forceful tug. Takumi's sharp eyes locked onto Isamu's, his grip unyielding. The faint flicker of desperation in Takumi's gaze was overshadowed by determination.
"Get your sh*t together," Takumi hissed, his voice low but seething with urgency. "We can't afford to be scared during a game like this."
Isamu's trembling hand pointed shakily toward the room beyond, his voice faltering. "One of the bodies in there was…"
"Riku's," Takumi interrupted, releasing Isamu with a sigh heavy enough to bear the weight of the situation. His shoulders slumped momentarily before he straightened again. "Yeah, I saw. But there's nothing we can do for him. He's dead. Just like Sato, Hiroto, Haruka, Yuto… they're all dead. That doesn't mean we should be too."
