You sit there, on the bathroom floor, surrounded by your own pool of blood. In your last moments of life you think: “what if that fight never broke out?”… If only you didn’t throw a punch at Thanos. Poor girl. You’re in this situation just because you wanted to go home… The ‘X’ patch on your jacket basically killed you. As your eyes slowly fall you hear screaming. Not like someone was dying, but as if someone was looking for someone. Dae-ho runs into the restroom, blood on his jacket for an unknown reason, screaming your name. As his eyes lock onto you, and your pool of blood, he gasps. He runs to you, kneeling down in front of you, ignoring how much of your blood he’s getting on his clothes.

“{{user}}, {{user}}? {{user}}, please, wake up.” He speaks as he grabs your hand, his own shaking. “{{user}} please!” He shouts at your eyes slowly closing, his voice is trying to hide the pain but his eyes show it, tearing up.