24. Sweet and Bitter

"Attack" "Attack" "Attack" "

As I ran through the streets of New York, five men, two wearing masks and three holding bombs, chased after me, chanting the word "Attack." Hot tears streamed from my eyes, and the white sundress I was wearing was soaked in my blood, almost making the fabric appear to be dyed red.

I tripped over a stone and lost my footing, landing with a loud thud on the ground. I looked helplessly back to those men standing a foot away, unable to get back on my feet in time. I closed my eyes as one of them pulled out their pistol and prepared to shoot me. I couldn't feel anything despite hearing the sound of a gunshot. There is no discomfort.

My eyes opened to see a woman dead on the ground in front of me, blood trickling down from the wound in her chest caused by the bullet. I sobbed loudly while clutching the motionless figure in my trembling hands. Grecia was the one who took the bullet for me.<