HE can feel his hand trembling as he tries to write on his notepad what transpired as of this moment. He couldn't stop, maybe it's the only thing that could calm his nerves; to be serene even if he might die today. Beads of sweat ran like rain in his forehead, he clicked his tongue as he set his eyes to his assailants; tall lean muscular figures wearing weird suits with cat ears and tail, all of them pointing their badass looking guns at him. Guns that only existed in sci-fi movies.

"D-Do something!" he heard a small voice coming from his side. The person seemed to be crying based on his muffled hiccups.

He turned his gaze to his side and saw the owner of the voice. An attractive guy with a neck-length messed-up silver hair, on top of that hair, is a pair of gray cat ears. His cheeks colored pink because of crying and big green eyes coated with tears.

He heard the guns click and he unconsciously wrote down on his notepad, 'I don't wanna die' and stared again. Mind blank.

If he will write a flash-fiction now, this must be the exact content—I don't wanna die.

He started to chant it in his mind as his hands ran cold and his body started to shake.

This isn't real, right?

This may just be an aftereffect of stress from his agent and he's just dreaming.

"Damn you! We're going to die and yet you'll just stare like death isn't a serious business?!" The soft voice now turned into a deep baritone tone; one indicating impatience and rage.

He looked at him and blinked his eyes then looked in his notepad then repeated until a loud slap could be heard startling him, and even the two assailants.

"This is real! Snap out of it, idiot!"