Cold, painful, sharp. A knife. Straight through her back. And then, the knife was trust into her back again, and again, creating a wound too gruesome to behold. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The stabbing stopped, and the one who stabbed her searched her bad she has brought along to play with. After looking through it, he found a small bottle, but threw it aside, landing next to Reimi. It was full of her sand collection, which she had gathered from everywhere she had been. The enemy left, and Reimi slowly lost consciousness...

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