All that is left is a note in his familiar scrawl.
Kou-san says the Izumo took him.
You see Komiya's gift of time, the seconds now ticking away.
You see the suspension of time linking the past to the future.
Your past has finally caught up, overtaking you and incarcerating your future.
You remember a pair of piercing eyes, a pair of bloodied hands, a desperate voice telling you that you should not die like this.
You remember the perfect fit of a leather glove warm between your fingers.
You vow, "I'm not going to let go of him yet."