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Y/n Watanabe's mother had died, in the Gun Devil's rampage. Y/n remembered it in flashes-gunshots like relentless rain, the pervasive smell of iron, the odd serenity on her face. He had been a mere ten yards away, hidden behind a rotting oak tree. But what did it matter to him? It was behind this tree that he saw his mother's end and felt nothing, after all.