Breathe. Please just breathe. Niraka couldn't get a single breath down. Every inhale failed at the last second, leaving her gasping, choking- her head pounding. If oxygen did not enter her soon, she would pass out. That was not an option to be considered. There were only two outcomes she could think of. Asphyxiate and die here, or breathe and be slaughtered elsewhere. For it all ends the same.