Chapter 1 — I lowered my hand and touched my thigh. I felt a damp and sticky liquid. I reached further down. What should have been below my two thighs was gone. Instead, warm red blood was draining the warmth from my body. “Haa…” What on earth had happened? I couldn’t remember. Who am I, and what has happened? My vision start...
Chapter 1 — I lowered my hand and touched my thigh. I felt a damp and sticky liquid. I reached further down. What should have been below my two thighs was gone. Instead, warm red blood was draining the warmth from my body. “Haa…” What on earth had happened? I couldn’t remember. Who am I, and what has happened? My vision started to blur. Just then, familiar faces appeared. I wanted to reach out and ask them for help. But. “Ah…” The arm I struggled to extend didn’t have a hand. Only a blunt, severed piece of flesh pointed toward them. “What happened…” I tried to speak but stopped. With the vanishing pain, the memories I had forgotten came flooding back with the hand that swept down my chest. A gaping hole in the middle of my chest. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry.” The sword of the friend who p
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