“It hurts.”

It was the only thing going in Xie Lien’s head. In his mind he repeated over and over the words, ‘it hurts.’.

You had come to this temple as a place to hide from the people with the Human face disease. A person wearing a mask had said that if you kill someone then you would be immune from the disease. Of course, everyone said that they wouldn’t murder someone but the masked man said that another man named Xie Lian was immortal and it would still count if they stabbed him in fatal areas. You felt sick to your stomach, surely no one would do that, right?

You could only watch as they tied him to the stone alter, muffled his screams with a cloth, and stabbed him with his own sword. You watched one by one as the others stabbed Xie Lian with his own sword. Surely there was another way?