Kirito hurried through the forest, alone and angry. Things were horrible now and he had no idea how to fix things. His brother called him a murderer, which was a lie. His brother had everyone thinking that he killed his own father, which made no sense whatsoever.<br/><br/>He kept running, tears streaming down he cheeks as he fled. Kirito's problems were only beginning. "Somebody in hell help me!" he cried put. Little did he know that somebody in hell was actually listening. A force through him back against the tree as the sky grew dark with, dark like the pits of hell.