Novel & Cerita Sinjin Drowning

The sight in front of me confirmed my worst fears. Sonia was submerged underwater; she had drowned herself. "Arhhhhhhhh!!" I screamed in anguish.

Amidst the pandemonium of debris, Hyeon-sin finally located a certain female agent, Sion, and LF. “Found you!” Sion was bleeding from his leg, but he remained conscious. However, LF, who lay collapsed further away, did not show even a flicker of movement. Waking the female agent who had lost consciousness, Hyeon-sin handed her a gas mask and helped her escape. Then, she approached Sion. “Sion! Thank goodness you're conscious!” “I'm fine, ugh...” “Come on, we can all survive! Let's get out!”

He feels himself drenched in their black blood mixed with his own and Roman's, drifting with the roaring stream of water towards the ocean, unable to resist it, his consciousness gradually fading away. Jaden is behind you. Rakan shouted at him, throwing his dagger at one of the Sirens who were attacking Jayden from behind, rushing to him to retrieve his dagger from his body. He threw his sword, splitting the head of one of them, swooping over the other, watching Jayden, who had killed one of them, who was seeking him from behind. He nodded his head thanking him, continuing the killing of those cursed creatures that refuse to perish and relieve them of their brutality.

I thought about how I could not swim well enough to save myself in the deep end, especially wearing this heavy uniform. I hit the water hard. This wasn't some nasty Kdrama. I was actually drowning and there was nobody coming to save me. Regardless of the fact that I knew this particular room was soundproof, I still managed to cry for help, hoping some miracle would happen. "Help!" I choked out, my eyes burning from the chlorine. Pathetic. Just when I thought I was finally getting the air I deserved…. Was this how I was going to really die? Ah, I hate whomever the culprit is. I hate Ace. I hate Drew. I hate everybody who contributed to my terrible fate.

But it was like my mind had dragged me in and wouldn’t let me come back out , it was holding me prisoner in the scene. My body writhes and splashes in the water. I'm looking up out of the water but it's blurry. I can see the shape of a man by the looks but his face can’t be seen properly through the rough water from my own struggle. A hand is down through the water and pinning me down , keeping me there. His grip was harsh around my neck. My chest burns I scream in my mouth my hands gripping for the sides to try and get hold of something to pull me out but they can’t grip anything. I was trying my hardest to not open my mouth to not take that breath that will let the water into my lungs and

Aurelia cried into her mother's shoulder and closed her eyes to spare herself the pain of death. “Not today, wretched hyena,” Zinjo growled in determination. He ripped the dagger from the hyena’s hand and drove it into the beast's throat. A rain of crimson dowsed Zinjo as he drove it deeper and deeper into the offending party’s throat. The body slumped over and a naked man replaced the twisted form that was.

monologued Albern. Meanwhile, Harnum was cleaning the swimming pool, his head was starting to feel dizzy again and his eyes were starting to light up. Harnum's position, standing on the edge of the swimming pool, caused his body, which lost its balance, to fall and go straight into the swimming pool. Harnum, who was unconscious, immediately drowned, because Harnum fell face down, and finally his body sank to the bottom of the swimming pool. Meanwhile, Albern, who had finished his bathing ritual, immediately went back out. Albern looked towards the swimming pool, his eyes circled around the swimming pool, but he did not find Harnum's figure. Albern wondered, where did Harnun go?

After reading some messages on his phone, he abruptly doubled over, spitting out blood and frightening everyone around him. Right after they called an ambulance, he staggered outside, muttering under his breath. Everyone at the scene froze, wondering if Gabriel had an incurable disease. I was the only one who knew it wasn't a disease. It was guilt eating him alive. He must've been drowning in regret for killing our child with his own hands for the sake of that two-faced woman. Someone near him heard exactly what he said. The grief in his voice could break anyone's heart and bring tears to their eyes. "I'm sorry, Pheebs. I'll pay for my sins!"