Everything was fine... and then, in just a moment, it wasn’t.
That was how it usually was, for Blanc. The reaper was never too far away. The rattling of his chains seemed to always faintly ring in the boy’s ears, only for him to pounce when Blanc least expected it.
He breathed quick, shallow breaths, again and again. It wasn’t enough. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get enough air into his body. He rolled over to reach for his phone, but even that was too much. His whole body screamed for air that was never coming.
Oh, god... help me... He thought, for just a moment. No, forget that. When has God ever bothered with me? I don’t care who or what it is, just... someone...
The sound of Morgana’s voice seemed so distant. His fading vision barely made out the cat’s paws struggling to unlock his phone.
No one was going to make it in time...
Sorry, Goro...
But when he thought that everything would stop, instead, a strange voice spoke to him, one that he couldn’t understand. What did it want from him?