Blood… Its iron scent stagnates the air—-a scent that I could never forget. Its crimson hue decorates the alleyway walls. Just… what did I do wrong? Why is everyone screaming? Please stop screaming!
The sound of gravel crunching beneath someone's feet catches my attention. Someone's behind me. And I can tell it's someone that I recently got to know. Someone… that I desperately, oh so desperately, never wanted to see me in such a wretched state.
"Zoro." His name escapes my mouth in a whisper. Any hope I have of retaining our new found acquaintanceship slips away like the blades do off my fingers. Each one hits the ground with a resounding clatter. Remorsefully, I turn my head until he is within my line of vision and ask, "Have you come to kill me?"