"....."
The room was silent, hardly any sound could be heard besides the subtle, and yet strained sound of the people's breaths within the room.
I sat in my corner staring at the scene with a blank look.
My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and as I lowered my head, my gaze fell on the small vial that was attached to my arm.
It was three-quarters of the way filled.
A thought ran down my mind as I recalled the scene from before.
'Three lives.'
Each quarter of the vial signified a life.
Given that I had three-quarters, it meant that I only had three lives.
I licked my parched lips.
For some reason, I felt like these were going to be far from enough.
Death...
I had already died once, and yet, I had a feeling I was going to experience it again.
More than once at that.