Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Year
Matt felt himself swallowed by darkness, death calling to him. He didn't know how long he was in his state before he regained himself.
Matt's eyes snapped open; all he could see was darkness. His surroundings gave him chills.
"Where am I?" Confusion filled Matt's head before everything that happened flashed in his mind.
His entire body shook, and his eyes burned with hatred. He never thought he had misjudged someone as his friend.
Someone who he thought was a friend betrayed him at the last moment because of a girl. If he had known, the time Brad was almost falling from the bridge, he should not have rescued them, allowing him to die.
His thought went to Eira. Would she be able to withstand his death? He knows that she's a bit fragile.
He also remembered that the Devil hadn't died; his body shook, worried about Eira's danger.
