Whiteness. Nothing but empty whiteness.

Looking at my surroundings, I saw nothing but white that seemed to go for all eternity. I stood up from the same white floor I was lying down earlier and reached for a knife under my dress.

“Greetings.”

A loud voice greeted me. Though it was loud, the voice only resounded inside my head. And even knowing that, I kept looking around, looking for the owner of the voice. Without notice my body was restrained by an invisible force and was lifted high up in the never-ending whiteness. It made me wonder if I'm able to reach the ceiling if I continued further.

“Hm… you seem calm. That’s good. This’ll be fast.”

And again, without notice, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen as I felt like something was churning inside of it.

“You have this much but you don’t have any affinity? This is good. Very good.”

I felt like screaming as the pain continued to fester. It grew stronger the longer it got and I gasped for air.

Gah! My voice! It won’t come out!

I struggled, I tried but it was for naught, my body wouldn’t move as I wanted it to. I clenched my teeth trying to reach my knife.

If only If I can just reach it… Not good! It… hurts… t… much…

I feel sweat covering my whole body and the hand reaching for the knife went limp. I remember the last time I felt this same helplessness and I remember, I almost died.

“SH—IT!”

I screamed. My eyes trembled in pain and I felt my consciousness leaving me. I can’t die here, not yet! I haven’t seen them live their lives yet!

I slowly blacked out.

I still felt the pain as I swim deep into sleep. Though the pain was there, it was getting more duller than before to the point of it being bearable. But there was nothing I could do, for me to reach this far and to just suddenly die without notice—!

I just hope they can continue on with their lives. It would be a shame if they lived the life of vengeance as I have. I… at least wish for them to find the happiness I couldn’t.

If I somehow survive this...