"............................... Oh."
There wasn't even time to sound surprised.
By the time that Gabi Bahkauv realized something was wrong, it was too late.
The boy could only, with quivering eyes, look at his chest.
Something had bloomed there.
Something red.
Something beatiful.
Something scary.
It was... his own blood.
The flower kept growing bigger and bigger.
The stem that had pierced through his back dug deeper with absolute precision.
Seven drops... that's all that fell to the floor.
Not more, not less.
But when they did, each individually...
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
driP.
dRIp.
drip.
DRIP.
Weakly, Gabi Bahkauv reached for the blooming flower on his chest.
He touched the wet spot, realizing that it was already too late for him.
The way he had been pierced... it was precision bordering on masterful.
No.
It
was masterful.
Like some sick and twisted artist's rendition of a murder.
This whole thing was.
Why...?
Why had he fallen for this?
Why had he believed □□□?
Why would Anna even want to meet him here?
From the very start, it had just been...
... a joke played on him.
The last joke.
Still...
"----!"
Before he would die, he wanted to... no, he had to...
See the face of the one who had...
Make sure that the person who had...
Really... was the... one... who had...
His head.
It didn't turn right.
At this point his body and his mind were all but dead.
But still, even without anything to guide him, his head turned..
Towards the shadow behind him.
Towards that sneering entity.
He turned around to the silhouette in the doorway, framed by moonlight.
To see the true face of the who had..."
[Shhhhh.]
But his head stopped.
That graceful, lithe, beautiful gloved hand stopped him.
[Let's not ruin the surprise.]
Thus spoke the voice he couldn't hear.
The index finger pressed against his cheek.
[You have...]
It caressed him.
With affection.
[... A big day ahead of you.]
He didn't see it.
Gabi didn't see it.
But he knew it.
The shadow behind him... it wore a smile.
And thus, even in his fading mind, he cried out...
... Everybody...
[_R_U_N_]