He almost had it... if he could just grab the sleeve, pull her closer, he could take her up to the surface. Something about all of this felt distressingly familiar, but his mind was too frazzled, heavy with the exhaustion of resonance to really think clearly through the emitter's induced Madness.

Kanji reached, putting everything into that last attempt to grab the detective, and it was then that Tifa renewed her effort in pulling him to the surface. The smaller girl slipped from his grasp, and a cold feeling of dread bloomed in his stomach, started to spread out into his limbs. There was a brief, cold look sent the woman's away - what the fuck was she doing, didn't she see there was someone else down here!? - before he watched with his eyes widening as the image of Naoto disappeared into the dark.

He failed. He couldn't reach her. His limbs felt heavy, and the fight in him stopped. When Kanji broke the surface, all he could do was remain on his hands and knees, head hung low. He pounded a fist into the rough stone floor as he struggled with the pain, and once more to try and make sense of why everything went wrong, and how he was going to face everyone. He was only left with a bleeding hand, cut by the sharp stone.

The Meister slipped completely as he gave one long, awful wail.