Speaking of Tetsu, I think


    his dead corpse is watching.


    Or maybe it''s just me wishing


    for Tetsu to save me or for


    anyone to save me.


    "Help!" I scream,


    "Somebody help!"


    To silence my voice,


    Ronin uses both of


    his hands to wrap


    around my throat,


    giving it a tight


    squeeze.


    Air to my lungs are


    limited as Ronin has


    his way with my body


    by force.


    I put my hands on Ronin''s


    face, managing to scratch


    his right cheek before


    giving up.


    My hands fall back to


    their side,


    vision from my eyes are


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    slowly fading.


    There''s no oxygen and


    just crazy Ronin trying


    to end my life.


    He''s winning.


    Like a miracle, Ronin


    removes his hands from


    my neck.


    I begin coughing and


    gasping for air yet


    I''m interrupted by


    Ronin.


    He uses a blade to slice


    my throat.


    Terrible pain that my mind can''t


    comprehend is what befalls me as


    cold liquid ooze out


    uncontrollably.


    Ronin moves down


    to my neck and


    my eyes roll


    back.


    Death overtakes my


    will to live and darkness


    welcomes me with


    open arms.


    Cold and alone.


    Or so I thought.


    Tetsu and I stand in


    the dark like dead


    mannequins,


    along with a few


    others who don''t


    look familiar.


    Then….


    meeting me face


    to face is a female


    with long crimson


    hair and gray eyes.


    I haven''t seen her


    since our early years


    in middle school.


    Cerise.


    Oh, She''s dead too.