[color=6ecff6][b]SOU MIYANE[/b][/color] - Southern District: Galaxy[hr]
Warm. But it felt hot. Miyane didn’t want the lights back on. She didn’t want to see in color, understand the wet thickness coating her hands. 

There were vague movements around her. Noises. Thudding, crying. Footsteps? Screams. Objects and humans, muddled like cloudy water. Miyane was sinking. Getting hard to hear. Was she breathing?

([color=6ecff6][i]Don’t stop listening. Don’t stop.[/i][/color])

([color=6ecff6][i]Press. PRESS.[/i][/color])

Where was Daehyun? Daehyun, was he here? No. No one else. Not that blond boy, not her friend, nor that stage worker.

Just her and the shuddering boy beneath. Both hardly breathing. Warmth on her palms. Her eyes were transfixed on his, wide and afraid.

[color=6ecff6]“Head,”[/color] she said. She didn’t know how loud it was, who was listening. [color=6ecff6]“Head’s bleeding too.”[/color]

Was she breathing? Was he?

[color=6ecff6]“Can you hear me?”[/color] Her eyes never left.

[color=6ecff6]“Are you listening?”

“You won’t die.”

“We’re okay.”

“You liked InComplete, right?”[/color]

Words tossed blindly, uncaring of the response. Ah, her sleeves were getting soaked too.

[color=6ecff6]“I hated it. So fucking cheesy.”[/color]

She tried to breathe.

[color=6ecff6][i]“<<...It’s not the me you knew before, brand new sound.>>”[/i][/color]