Dying was never your plan, no one really wanted to die. Not like this, never like this.

Callous fingertips pressed into your throat, strong hands holding you down against the cold concrete of Shibuya streets. Your eyes watered, it felt like pressure was building behind your eyes and sinuses.

Kenjaku laughed, he felt ecstatic as the light was leaving your face, as your mouth moved but nothing came out but hoarse gasps and gargles. You felt dizzy and light-hearted, any minute you would pass out.

You shouldn’t have ever tried to fight him alone, this whole thing was a mistake.

Your fingertips were losing feeling, your lips turning purple and he tightened his grip.

“Relax, just breathe. In. Out.” Kenjaku taunted with a sultry tone mocking you.