After some time your palm stops bleeding, leaving you only with a pulsing pain, your hand shaking. You're not sure about anything now, but you're determined not to give up so easily.

You lay down on the ground, curling yourself into a ball, trying to stay warm. And you fall asleep.

"Y/N."

You're slowly dragged out of the dream world into the cruel reality as you feel the cold ground underneath you.

"Y/N."

You open your eyes, quickly closing them when a bright light hits your eyes. You wait a few more seconds, opening them again. You see the blue eyed man standing near you, looking down at you.

Something tells you this was the time of your dying, your last few hours, maybe only few minutes. He outstretches his hand, waiting for your reaction.

You know there's not to much to do. You could refuse or accept, but you know that every way you're dying. With the not wounded hand you accept his offer, getting on your feet.

As weak as you feel, just woken up and from the blood loss, he catches you as your legs stop listening to you. You're practically in his arm. You lift your head up to meet his blue eyes.

Your butterflies wake up, your heart widely pounding against your chest, even though you're pretty sure this wasn't the way you should be feeling. You're staring at each other for a few long seconds, not moving, not saying anything.

He coughs up, breaking the invisible connection between you two, stepping away from you. Motioning you to follow him, you do what he wants. You walk upon the stairs up into the hallway, confirming your theory that you were in the basement this whole time.

"Sit," he commands you, when you're in the living room.

The whole room is such a luxury, the whole house is the same. You sit down on the sofa, when he opens the small box on the wall and grabs a first aid kit.

He sits down next to you, opening the box. Looking through it for a few seconds, you're quite confused about what was he doing, when he pulls out the disinfection, scissors and some bandage.

"May I have your hand, please," he asks politely, which confuses you even more.

You:

• "No." (Chapter 72)

• "Yes." (Chapter 73)