Luke Crimson POV:
Time seemed to slow down as I got absorbed in my thoughts. Numb from the pain, blind from the injuries, and deaf from the ringing of my ears.
Ah… I'm dying, aren't I? I thought.
Sigh… I wonder what I did to deserve this.
I don't think I did something particularly rude to someone, I always tried to be the cheerful kid, since the orphanage days.
Sean, Layla… I'm sorry, yeah.
The older brother has got to go now.
…
Fuck… I don't want to die.
I want to see their faces at least once more, once more…
Ah… God, please tell me, what did I do to deserve this?
…
I managed to get sight of the rats with the only bloodied eye in tact I had, the other one already had gotten eaten and devoured.
They were already washed in my blood.
I may have been screaming, but I don't know, here in this slowed space of time, I'm not…
Sigh… what a disappointment.
Nine years.
Over nine fucking years.
