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Inside the student union.

The relentless countdown finally stopped.

All eyes were fixed on the figure that had collapsed to the ground.

Yuri Nakamura.

She remained in that position, her hands covering her head, her face buried deep in her knees, her body trembling violently from extreme fear, as if she would shatter completely at any moment.

"Is it over?"

One of the surviving members asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

No one answered.

Because a shadow, more intense than all the surrounding shadows, was silently gathering and taking shape above Yuri's head.

It twisted and deformed, eventually transforming into a head without facial features, opening its dark maw large enough to devour everything, and fiercely biting down on Yuri, who had given up all resistance!

"Yuri!"

"Commander!"

A terrified scream finally broke the silence.

But it was all too late.

No one could get to her side in that instant.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as their leader, the girl who had led them in their rebellion until now, was about to be completely swallowed up by that abyss of darkness.

Just then.

"That's enough!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, resounded in the cramped command room.

Otonashi Yuzuru rushed over.

Instead of attacking the shadow, he threw himself on Yuri, using his back to shield her from the gaping dark maw.

He held her trembling body tightly, as if trying to transfer his strength to her.

He roared into her ear with all his might.

"Look at me! Yuri Nakamura!"

"This isn't an attack from any god! Nor is it some kind of shadow!"

"These are your memories! They are your own inner demons!"

"You're not incapable of doing anything! You're just afraid to look! Afraid to think!"

"Those ten minutes! Those thirty minutes! What exactly happened?! Look carefully!"

Otonashi's roar was like a key, forcefully plunging into the depths of Yuri's long-sealed memories, memories that even she herself dared not touch.

In Yuri's mind, the entire world was instantly stained crimson.

The scene returned to that afternoon that she could never forget for the rest of her life.

Back then, she was an innocent and carefree junior high school student with pigtails, and the eldest sister in her family.

Behind her were her three younger siblings who considered her the cutest person in the world.

Warm sunlight streamed through the windows into the luxurious living room; everything was so beautiful, a picture of tranquility.

Until the door was violently kicked open.

Two masked robbers, with sinister smiles, broke into this paradise that should have belonged to children.

Their goal was clear: the wealth of this rich family.

"Hey, Miss."

The leader of the bandits held a cold knife to the neck of the youngest sister and gave young Yuri a cruel smile.

"You have ten minutes to find all the valuables in the house."

"Otherwise, I'll kill her first."

ten minutes.

For the first time, this word was branded into Yuri's soul in a bloody and cruel way.

Her mind went blank.

She was just a child, and her parents never told her where those valuable collectibles were kept.

She could only frantically search around the house like a headless fly.

Drawers, cabinets, vases...

Time passed by, second by second.

The cries of her younger siblings and the impatient urging of the robbers repeatedly assaulted her senses.

Ten minutes have passed.

"Time's up."

A cold voice rang out, followed by a short scream and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Yuri turned around stiffly.

The youngest sister fell in a pool of blood.

"Looks like you haven't found it yet. That's okay, I'll give you another chance."

The robber spoke as if he were playing a fun game.

"Next, ten minutes."

Hell unfolds before my eyes.

The second ten minutes.

Yuri's rationality was on the verge of collapse. Clutching a huge blue and white porcelain vase, which was the most valuable thing she could find, she staggered downstairs.

However, at the top of the stairs, she slipped.

Snapped!

The vase shattered on the ground.

It also shattered her second sister's life.

The third ten minutes.

Yuri has stopped searching.

She simply knelt on the ground, staring blankly at her only remaining brother, watching the boy's eyes shift from dependence to fear, and finally to despair.

There's nothing she can do.

We could only watch helplessly.

Thirty minutes.

She lost everything.

"...I'm such a useless older sister..."

Young Yuri let out a desperate wail.

That face was filled with regret and self-loathing.

At this moment, in Otonashi's arms, her face was covered in tears, slowly overlapping with his.

......

The real world.

Everyone in front of the screens fell silent.

Just a second ago, the audience was still anxiously watching the countdown.

At that moment, it was as if someone had choked them, and they all fell silent.

The live chat stopped.

Those comments that were previously made fun of now seem so glaring and so ridiculous.

A few seconds later.

A tsunami of question marks instantly flooded the screen.

Followed by.

Holy crap...

Thirty minutes... that's what it means...

【sorry.】

【sorry.】

【sorry......】

A deluge of apologies replaced all the bullet comments, like a belated ceremony of repentance, filling the screens of all the live stream rooms.

At this moment, countless viewers clearly recalled Yuri's previous actions.

Her seemingly childish defiance, her overwhelming hatred for an unreasonable fate, her unwavering resolve to always be at the forefront of battle...

Everything had an answer at this moment.

That was an older sister, punishing her powerless self from back then with her entire life.

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue stared blankly at the screen with her mouth agape, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, but she was completely unaware of it.

It felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her chest, making it so painful she couldn't breathe.

In the animation.

Yuri, nestled in Otonashi's arms, finally burst into tears.

The cries were heart-wrenching.

All the regret, pain, and self-loathing that had accumulated over half a lifetime poured out at this moment.

The enormous shadow that had been hovering above her head began to shatter inch by inch as she cried out, and finally, vanished completely like dust.

The ending theme music begins to play softly.

For the first time, the song sounded so sad, yet so tender.

It was like a hand gently stroking the head of the girl covered in wounds, telling her...

It's okay.

It's all in the past now.