Jin's Incomplete Zone

She found herself in a river of blood. The iron on her tongue, the stench of death lingering in the air. 

"W…why…." A soft voice trembled but the girl didn't listen.

She raised her fist.

*CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!

Repeated blows after blow. She held the young boy in front of her by the neck, punching without stop. Every punch with the desire to kill.

Even when her hands became bloodied, even when the bones protruded out of his face, she didn't stop.

Such was the ritual.

Either she died or he died.

Therefore, she could only ask one thing of him.

"Die for me."

Strangling the last breath of life out of him personally, the girl stood up in the river of blood.

She glanced around her coldly and glanced down at her hands.

Despite the wounds and damage she sustained, she found herself feeling the urge to laugh.