Door# 183.2 "Rival Knows Best"

Murgine felt the burning ache in his stomach that almost wiped out all of his thoughts.

He was stabbed and surprised how sharp the pain was, and also how a single thrust, but deep into him, deep in his muscle can cause this great agony.

‘I will die like this?’

He looked at the camera above, thinking when will help would come.

“Sh*t!” But all he could do was curse.

It will be his end. He knew that.

Murgine finally reached the leg of the chair by crawling onto the floor. He leaned his back there and checked his shirt. Blood seeped through it. He lifted his shirt to see the condition of his stomach and saw the hole with uneven chunks of flesh laid disorderly in the wound, and the dark crimson thick liquid gushing out from the center.

His heart clutched in pain. Murgine pressed his wound so that the blood won’t seep out but that was futile.

“Argh!” he groaned.

He was so angry and disappointed. This is how he felt when he lose from the paintball game. He planned so hard, and saw