Shirou Emiya had died, or so he believed. Even if he hadn't had his insides skewed and then torn out, the simple fact was that his heart had been pierced, that by itself was a fatal wound.
And yet, blood pulsed through his veins.
'What?'
His brain could form thoughts, even if they were sluggish.
When he opened his eyes, he only saw darkness. And then his other senses registered on a conscious level.
The air was stagnant, yet slimy. He was laying on a cold stone. His body was numb, but he managed to explore the darkness around him.
He was in a box, a stone coffin.
"Whgguk." His attempt at speaking was abandoned after he became aware of a tube stuffed down his esophagus.
In his panic, he gagged and then began choking.
He eventually found enough wiggle room to extract the tube with his numb hands. The pain in his throat had surpassed the numbness he was feeling everywhere else.
He was in pain. He was alive.
What had happened escaped him, but he knew he wasn't dead yet, so he couldn't just lay about.
With his body in a suboptimal state, he struggled to properly move about, but eventually he pushed the coffin lid off.
A single candle illuminated a basement of coffins.
He had to leave; if he stayed any longer he feared moss would root his body in place. He staggered up a narrow staircase.
After he emerged from the basement, he was met with the gaze of three people.
A girl with black twin tails, a man dressed as a priest, and a girl with golden hair.
His soul pounded against his body. He needed to get closer to her.
He only managed a staggered step before he came to a halt.
AN: Sorry, unfortunately something came up. I hope it can be resolved soon. I'm really crushed, I have so many ideas I wanted to cover.
I do have an explanation for the events ten years ago.