(16 SHIRASE)

You were going to die. You knew it. After being stabbed quite a few times, you were bound to bleed out. Yet you didn't want to die.

You laid there on the pavement, feeling the blood that poured out of your wounds and stained your clothes.

It was cold. Is that what death feels like? It didn't matter, because in the next few minutes you would be dead.

"Are you okay?"

A voice came from above you. You couldn't see them, but from the sound of their voice you could tell the person was a guy around your age