Akira opened his eyes and found himself on the sofa, back in the system office. He slowed down his breathing as he calmed down. The pain he was just feeling moments ago was nothing but a dull, throbbing sensation.
He sat up slowly and tried to make sense of what happened recently. He remembered being stabbed through his chest by one assassin and then nothing but blood-curdling pain and then, the next thing he knew, was that he was back here.
He looked down at the shirt he was wearing and lifted his hands to unbutton it only to see it was a useless effort seeing as his fingers were shaking badly; he clenched his hands to stop them from shaking but it was no use. His hands continued to shake and tremble.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch to wait out the pain that was still running through his body, unknowingly falling into a fitful sleep.
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