"Guhh…" I gargled. I choked on my blood as I lay on the ground. This white room was a canvas that welcomed the blood, flowing out violently from the hole where my stomach used to be. It hurts like hell, I can't do anything, I can't move, for I was impaled by a black-iron spike. "Master!" screamed Ifrit. Ifrit quickly flew over to me and tried to pry me out of the spike. "No!" a distant voice wailed. I couldn't tell what was happening, everything was becoming blurry and distant. The white room that was dyed by red became darker and darker. I slowly slipped into the depths of death, pulling me in like an anchor on a ship. I remember the times when things were simpler.