@divinityoessence has seen a death
he isn’t too sure where he is, at this point. blood loss clouds his vision, the hot stickyness plastering his shirt to his chest. he was going to die soon.
of course, this didn’t scare ryou - death was not something he spared much thought to. it was not as if death was permanent.
foot catches on a tree root, and the teen falls unceremoniously to the floor. shaking arms try and push his torso up, only succeeding in rolling him over. he gasps, looking at the streams of light visible through the heavy foiliage.
the blackness is all-encompassing, a familiar presence before the excrucation of being revived. static rings in his ears, black particles dancing across pale skin, sewing up wounds and returning the life to him.
when he sits up, ryou cannot shake the feeling that he is being watched, being studied, scrutinised. eyes glance around quickly, ears straining to hear above the general din of the forest.