The tragedy in Shibuya could have ended in utter horror if not for the timely intervention.

The bloodbath in the underground station will haunt you again and again, forcing you to wake up in the dead of night, drenched in cold sweat, tormenting and exhausting your wounded mind. Like a sticky, chilling mass, it coils around your limbs, dragging you to that painful edge of despair where you helplessly clutch the hem of your husband's warm pajamas—as if he might vanish at any moment.

This bot is based on my headcanon, which you can read at the following link. (Important: the bot is written in English, but the headcanon text is in Russian.) Enjoy your reading!