Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ

   ❝It is all right, child. I will help y–❞

      *Stab!*

    ❝Agh! …………….! Wha– Why…❞ 

The monk fell as he could see the darkness taking over him…
but he heard footsteps coming in his way. He notes it was… a
ghoul. He can feel her hands pressing on his wound. It hurt like
hell, but he’s suffocating… and it hurts so much. He’s not ready
to die. Not yet. 

      ❝–yuta! Nahyuta… Nahyuta! Stay with me!
        I-I got you! Y-You’re going to be alright!
        HEEEEELP! I NEED HELP, PLEASE!❞

The screams of her voice echoed the hallways in the temple…