The DWMA was burned to the ground. As smoke billowed from it s fallen chimneys, Soul Evans tried to process all these new, unfamiliar sights. Embers everywhere. Trees were scorched,while some were set aflame. It was a living hell. And in the midst of everything, lay a body. It s clothes were torn, and pieces of fabric lay scattered around the corpse. As Soul neared, his heart pounded harder and faster with every step. Finally, he was looming over it. As he nudged it with his foot, flipping it over, he recognized the face.\
"Soul! Soul, wake up!"
"What?" Soul 's eyes popped open, startled as hell. As he looked around, he realized he was in a bed. The room was dull, containing a chair, a sink, and a bed. No lights. He then turned to the figure sitting next to him. It was Maka.
What's wrong, Soul? You were rolling round, moaning, whispering my name. What happened? Is it because I was here? I knew we shouldn't have slept together." Soul recalled his evening, dancing with Maka, being whipped away into a private room... it was all coming back to him...
"No, Maka. Really. Everything's fine.
"Are you sure?"
" Totally!" Soul managed to fake a smile. But inside, he was broken.