Mahiru asked Hajime to deliver some food and reluctantly, he accepted. Surely it would count as murder if you let a participant starve to death, no? She seemed like she needed to attend to something, and rushed off. I hope she’s okay. With a tray of milk and bread in hand, he cautiously stepped into the abandoned building, memories of Byakuya's body reeling through him. He tried very hard to not think about that, the shock and disbelief of it all, a fellow classmate, two even, all of a sudden...