In a dark alley, a young man breath heavily, clutching his bleeding stomach, he couldn't help but think of why this happens
He was just another student, walking around while memorizing his script to present today "Sacrifice and Power: Examining the Relationship Between Power and Consequences of an Avatar-walker", yet another project that he reluctantly got, after getting the short stick while picking for a topic in Metaphysics
He couldn't help but curse the heaven, what would an 18 years old student have to do with those damned walkers? Try to warn them about their so god-like powers? Sighing he put an all-nighter for a ppt in this damned subject, all for it to be blown away by a guy who stabs him in the stomach out of nowhere
He cursed while panting "They said it's safe to go in dark alley way, they said there's patrolling Wardens", he couldn't help but cry either out of pain or frustration maybe both as he lays limp in the shadowed corner of the streets, away from light... He gritted his lips, trying to stand up, he still have many things to do, there's still the gift that he created for his girlfriend, the gift that he painstakingly created, a sculpted rose out of metal maybe it's welded but he needed to present it to her today, there's many gifts that he only realized their worth only now that he is in death's door