DISCLAIMER: I do not own Baccano! or any of its characters. I do not own the cover image.
I awaken from yet another death.
I'm just back where I started. I feel breathless, trapped, cemented to a metal drum.
I can feel the fluid trickling painfully through my nostrils, dripping into my lungs steadily. Each and every time.
My consciousness slowly melts away into the salty waters around me. I become gradually less aware of my surroundings-although that's pretty damn easy when your surroundings are nothing but water and the seabed.
I always wonder why I still panic when I die here. I should be used to it.
Because I know it'll just happen again.
Again.
And again…