Growing Knife

"Why do I have to leave?" Han Sen asked the little girl, planting his feet firmly on the ground.

"I can't control it much longer. It's going to kill you. Run!" the little girl said, the panic in her voice growing.

Han Sen looked at the little girl holding that knife. Her hands continued to bleed profusely. As her blood continued to flow the blade, the sharp knife's presence faded a little. It wasn't gone, though. The knife's aura was still there, pressing out against the little girl's hand. It moaned gently. Han Sen knew that if the little girl stopped giving it blood, the knife would immediately go after him again.

"I'll leave then. Can you tell me how to exit this planet? And also, what is your name?" Han Sen knew that if he stayed, he would only be causing the little girl more pain. He crouched down as he prepared to leap up into the sky.

The little girl shook her head. "I don't know. You just need to get away from here, as far as you possibly can."