ALPHA GOD
The pain is consuming, existing within bright colours that swarm my vision, dancing around in some kind of taunting mantra.
And then, it stops.
My limbs feel weak, as I collapse onto the floor, barely catching myself up by my arms. I lift my head, waiting to feebly plead for my life, or perhaps thank this vile creature for allowing me a moment of mercy. Instead, I see my own body in a heap in front of me, all the life drained out of it.
And standing above, is Shinee, rubbing his hands off across his suit jacket.
He catches my eyes for a brief moment, before he rushes to kneel down before me.