Bright red blood flowed down from Lorian's forehead, gathering drop by drop along his nose before falling onto the hood of the car. The world seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of his blood dripping.

Lorian's long, delicate hands pressed against the car hood. He tried very hard to stand up. Despite that, however, he couldn't muster any strength. In the end, he could only blink gently as he gazed at Tegan and Lola.

Their figures were reflected in his pupils, his sight, and his world.

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