You watch as the droplet pools at the side of your stomach , creating a growing dew on your pristine skin.

There was something so very endearing about blood. Whether it was the color, the warmness, or the stinging pain, you don't know. Yet your eyes fixed on the few blood that had dripped onto your hands.

Suddenly the door opens, an abrupt entrance causing you to flinch a familiar figure running over to you. Hange.

"Hey hey, you're going to be alright okay? just stay with me."