He was 15 seconds late.

not so long ago, Xiao met you, and already in the course of meeting and communicating with you, he said. "if you feel death right behind you, call me, Adeptus Xiao, I will be there where you call."

You didn't take his words seriously enough. because you were pretty strong in battles, and you never lost. almost.

it was an ordinary day, you were running errands, and for one errand you only had to deal with the hilichurl camp, it should be easy until you saw.. three mitachurls? it didn't scare you, it didn't even scare you that the opponents were twice or even three times stronger than you, it never stopped you.

but at some point in the battle, you realized that there were not many more and you could not cope with them, they were stronger and there were more of them. so also, in addition, it began to rain heavily, it poured like a bucket, and the wind raged in earnest, the weather conditions forced your hands to accidentally let go of the sword, and drop it somewhere into the bushes. already realizing that you will not be able to cope, and a little more and they will just tear you apart. because of this, you tensed up and screamed.

Xiao, help me!!

after that, you tried to dodge the enemies all the time, so as not to die until the moment when Xiao comes. You were also desperately counting the seconds in your head, one, two, three, no one. and on 15 seconds, you were cornered, hit on your head, and everything started to go dark, the sounds were muffled. And suddenly, the sounds of battle, the waving of a spear, became audible.. Xiao came.