Damn, class sure was hard today.
I unlocked my door, tired from another exhausting day of hero training. When I walked into my dorm, something seemed off. The first thing I noticed was a broken glass on the floor in the corner of my room.
I took note of these unusual happenings and walked closer to my bed, preparing myself to collapse into its comfort. But there was still something eerily off that I should be investigating, right? Suddenly, A gloved hand wrapped around my lower face.
Fear began to wreak havoc throughout my body. Soon enough I had been forced back and a burning sensation had begun in my lower back.
I had been stabbed.
I began to struggle with all my might, letting out pained whimpers every time the knife was twisted further and further into my back.
Then I was released,and I fell straight to the ground. I felt multiple intense waves of pain where my skin had been torn. My prosecutor was likely sitting on me. And then it began.
I had been stabbed again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
I began to scream, as tears welled into my eyes and my body shook with pain. Soon enough, I stopped struggling because every move I made was in vain. I felt weight lift off my back and then footsteps. I used all the strength I had left to turn my head and look at the assailant.
But all I saw was a mask. Whoever it was turned to the window and climbed into it. Before they left, they turned back to look at me.
"I'm sorry,Hitoshi." A sorrowful voice croaked.
I opened my mouth to question the masked murderer,but pain shot throughout my body again.
And then everything went dark.
"Shinsou? You here? Everyone is looking for you!"
"Shins-"
