you were the last survivor standing.

shivering, shaking. your whole leg is burning from where his note hit you perfectly. breathing shallowly, like you were on the cusp of just surrendering so this damn match could be done with.

and that idea sounded good. but it’s quickly interrupted but the sudden string of hums that came with him, the beating of your heart in synchronized terror.

..but a thought comes trailing in. why were you always the last one in matches with him?