Jin was there. Lying in a pool of his own blood.
The colour on his face was slowly fading away as his cherry-red lips, which had always been filled with warmth, smiles and laughter… Had been stained entirely red. Jin's eyes were barely open, flickering with every slight twitch from Ysabelle and Irina's cries.
The boy who was supposed to save us… The boy who was promised to me… He was no longer smiling.
Jin, the boy who never once showed us his weak side. The boy who never once scolded or berated us. The boy… Who was powerful enough to match any one of us despite being human… He was no longer moving.
I could have prevented this.
I saw Jin face up against the Outer Demon. I saw him fight with his life on the line. I saw him struggle, I saw him fall, I saw him in pain… Yet, I couldn't save him.
