The funereal bell has Yusuke rushing from his room, dread curdling in his stomach. That sound... it can't be good. He rushes barefoot from his room toward the sound of his fellow captives' voices, hearing Futaba's wavering shock and the calm tones of Rubedo and Killua.

Thank the gods, at least his fellow Thief is alive.

The sight that greets him in the armory stops him short, the color draining from his face. He looks like he's going to sag against the entryway or be sick to his stomach.

"Who... who would...."