[mass release 2/4]
Kairos felt his legs buckle beneath him. Blood seeped from the fresh wound in his stomach, the blade still embedded there, his fingers trembling with every movement. His breathing grew shallow, each gasp harder than the last. The loss of blood and his already depleting stamina took a heavy toll on his battered body.
'Not again... Fuck, do I have a habit of being stabbed?' Kairos groaned internally, a grimace etching across his face. His legs finally gave in, and he collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud.
The metallic clatter of the blade echoed faintly as it slipped from Mike's trembling hand. He stood frozen, staring at Kairos in disbelief. His breath came in short, panicked bursts, and he tried—desperately—to hide the tremble in his hands.
"I did the right thing... He needed to die... Right?" he whispered to himself, attempting to find reassurance in the act he had just committed.
