Note that "**" means he cannot see/understand/hear

 Kwang Lee was hit suddenly with unbearable pain in his tiny bedroom, which was only comprised of a white plastic desk currently covered with piles of unorganized office papers, and one of those small wall-mounted TV's attached above on the left side.

On the right side of the room there lays his single bed, behind to nearest corner–A window farthest from the door covered up with colorful Pojagi Curtains that dimly glowed through the moonshine

 It hurts like crazy— my head—it's gonna explode...

 I need to call the ambulance the pain, my body, my voice…

 Kwang Lee's stinging eyes were wide-opened–aching finger-nails were clawing into the delicate skin of his scalp. It was If knives were repeatedly puncturing sliding in and out, again and again. Like heavy concrete bricks were being dropped upon his unguarded central forelock one after another

All while paralyzed— completely, undoubtedly Immobilized.

All Kwang Lee could do was dig involuntarily into his skull—incapacited he couldn't scream, nor beg, deprived of oxygen; blurred emotions submerged with agony as lines of blood dripped down the cold flesh of Kwang's palm, bite marks pierced his bloody chapped lips, which were gradually shifting to a bluish hue.

Ah, how did this happen? I don't remember doing anything but writing essays all day or is it because my body couldn't handle it anymore…oh that makes sense why I didn't just resign? Why didn't I notice the intense workflow? it's too late I'm gonna die anyways

radiate crimson messages laid on translucent navy background suddenly appeared before Kwang Lee it was a somewhat familiar sight 

**[□■■□ wishes on ____Death]**

 **Welcome to □■■□■ live stream!**

**[□■□□ Gifted 2,000 crystals!]**

My visions blurred I'm about to die right?

His pupils dilated at the sight, gradually losing consciousness—eyes began to flutter shut.

Kwang's touch was tenderized his hand slowly made contact with the scarlet blood stained pillow

 Splat .

blood spattered all over