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  Squish. Squish...

  —Ow.

  That seriously hurt.

  It honestly happened way too fast for me to process. My back hurt from being knocked to the ground, and there was a super heavy sandbag-like weight on top of my body that made it hard for me to take a full breath. In the background, there was a noisy cng of buckets and garden tools, which sounded as loud as a collection of metal armor cttering on the floor.

  "哎!" (Ouch) Someone said.

  ...Someone.

  Someone?! There was someone.

  "好疼啊..." (It really hurts)

  It hurts...

  ...In Mandarin?

  My eyes snapped wide open.

  There was a pair of hands squeezing my breasts.

  .........

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  For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

  The absurdity of the situation had essentially stunned me into disbelief, especially since it was the st thing that I expected would ever happen to me. To begin with, it took a while for me to even realize that I was being molested. Wasn't this a type of spstick comedy situation that frequently occurred in cheap Japanese hentai manga? The sensation was entirely alien, if that made any sense, and I had no idea that being groped would feel like this.

  It also took me another full second to identify the person who was on top of me.

  Kang Jiesu.

  ...

  Why was he here?!

  I was about to raise my hand to sp him across the face, but then I realized one very small little detail.

  .......

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  There was blood.

  A lot of it.

  My childhood friend was covered in blood.

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  Kang Jiesu's eyeshes slowly fluttered open, and his eyes briefly made contact with mine.

  "不好意思，不是故意的," he said bnkly. (Sorry, it wasn't intentional)

  With a pained grimace on his face, he removed his hands from my chest and slowly pushed himself up to his knees. A stream of blood squirted from his abdomen, which pooled on top of me like a river of dark crimson. Before I knew it, I was basically bathed in my cssmate's blood. Some of it sprayed onto my face, and it was the type of horribly grotesque scene that you might find in an X-rated horror movie.

  In my past life, I couldn't watch anything remotely close to the horror genre. It always gave me intense nightmares, and I could never fall asleep afterwards once the vivid imagery was stuck in my head. In fact, I previously told my parents that I could never be a surgeon because there's no way I'd be able to stomach all the blood.

  Predictably, I was completely petrified into a stone statue by the hot red warmth overflowing like a fountain on top of me.

  He had been... stabbed?

  By who?

  Why was he here?

  There were just too many things that I simply couldn't comprehend.

  Using the cabinet for support, Kang Jiesu was slowly able climb to his feet. His stance looked especially unsteady, and he continued to clutch his bleeding wound with his left hand. The intense pain that he was experiencing was more than obvious. His breathing was haggard, and his shoulders rose and fell sharply and irregurly with each breath. His posture was hunched over as if he might colpse at any moment.

  All of a sudden, he ughed bitterly and loudly.

  "我被上帝骗了, 是不是?" (I've been cheated by God, haven't I?)

  He violently coughed up more blood.

  "怎么找, 也找不到她." (I can't find her anywhere.)

  His feet slipped on the slick red fluid on the floor, and he stumbled forwards. His fingers smeared across the cabinet door, leaving a long trail of blood on the wood that looked like haphazard cw marks drawn with bright red paint.

  "真蠢." (It's so stupid)

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  I realized at that moment that Kang Jiesu didn't recognize me at all.

  In fact, he never had.

  I was a total stranger to him.

  His eyes were gzed over, as if his mind was pre-occupied in an alternate world. There was literally a half-naked girl covered in blood right in front him, but I might as well have been invisible. Kang's mind was clearly fixated on something else. He only seemed to care about one thing right now, and nothing else mattered to him. In all likelihood, he was becoming delirious from too much pain and blood loss, so he probably couldn't even think straight.

  This entire situation was honestly... extremely frightening.

  I didn't know what to think.

  I didn't know what to do.

  There was so much blood everywhere.

  Was my cssmate going to die right in front of me?

  I didn't like Kang Jiesu, but didn't dislike him that much. For that matter, I didn't think anyone deserved to have such a grotesque death. I honestly couldn't even comprehend how anyone could hate someone so much that they would stab a person. How did Kang Jiesu get into the closet anyways? Why was he here? Had he been stabbed inside the closet? How long ago was he stabbed? Was the perpetrator still around? Why did that person stab him? Was I in danger too? Should I run away? Should I hide? Should I call for help? Was there anyone who could help? Could I still save Kang Jiesu? Was there anything I could do? We used to be friends. Would I be sad if he died? Would I hate myself? What was the right thing to do? Did Kang Jiesu have any meaning to me? I still hated him. Did I want to save him?

  My mind raced with a hundred thoughts, but my entire body was frozen.

  Moments ter, Kang Jiesu colpsed into the ground, face first in the pool of blood that had formed around us.

  My throat was choked up and tight.

  The clock was still ticking.

  I was quite sure he had lost consciousness.

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