#genocideruin

◢ “Let’s see.”◤

Junko looked at the other, studying them from the top to the bottom. Her face went through several emotions, having different feelings about everything, She then looked back up, right into their eyes. Junko grinned wide, finally finishing her little scan.

{ 🔪 ᏒuᏁ ᏒᎪbbᎥᏆ ᏒuᏁ 🔪 }

There was blood everywhere, it wouldn’t seem too stop. He was pale from blood loss and he was light headed. There was no way he would make it. Kizami placed his hands over the stab wound that he had but that didn’t stop blood from gushing out.

“It won’t stop, I don’t suppose I’m gonna last much longer.”

It wasn’t that Satoru felt particularly attached to Kizami, but he had already seen too many people die. People who didn’t deserve such a horrible fate. After being trapped in Heavenly Host, the child had started to become numb to all the death surrounding him. Most of the people in the school had died long ago, there was nothing Satoru could do about it.

But Kizami wasn’t dead. Not yet. The chances of saving him were slim, but Satoru would take it. He knelt down next to the teen, biting his lower lip as he tried to figure out how to help. They had to stop the bleeding, that was the most important thing.

     Losing Yuka wasn’t something he could really be happy about. He had only just woken up, and was already searching frantically. The sound of footsteps nearing suddenly filled him with hope, as he suddenly turned the corner, bumping straight into the much larger male, and falling backwards.