Cold!
It's freezing cold!
I can't breathe!
Sinking into the deepest abyss of the sea, Ciel's body remained paralyzed as he descended further into the sunless depths. Above him, a faint, muffled scream barely penetrated the water's surface. Suddenly, a sharp, stinging pain jolted through him, stopping his descent.
His eyes slowly fluttered open, his ears ringing loudly, only to be met with the sharp end of a spear, its tip marred with a deep shade of red, directly pointed at his face.
It was blood.
His blood.
Instead of being fully embraced by the bone-chilling sensation of the suffocating depths, he was covered by cold sweat, gasping for air.
"Don't move." The hoarse voice of the man standing in front of him warned him, the grasp on his spear tightened.
Instantly tensing up, Ciel stopped moving.