Red... It's all red... 'When was the last time I could breathe?' The ginger wonders. He lays on the ground in a dark room. Surrounded by pure white flowers tainted by crimson blood. His blood. How long has this been going on now? He can't remember... ever since he met that mackerel his life has turned to a living hell. He always knew he got attached too easily, but this... this is like nothing he's experienced before.