The overwhelming smell of gunpowder filled his nostrils as Ito slowly faded away into the darkness. As he laid there an overwhelming sense of guilt assaulted him, this couldn't be all his life had to offer. His life flashed before him as everything he had done had come back to haunt him; every little thing he had stolen, every person he had hurt by working for the Boss and it brought a tear to his eye. Surely his life had been more than that. So little good, so much time wasted. If only he had the chance to start again, he would do better. He would help more people give back more or something. 

[I]'But I'm dead….so much for that idea. Guess I'll just lay back and let the breeze take me away.'[/I]

Wait...breeze? One would think that drifting off to the next world wouldn't have a breeze? As he opened his eyes once again he was met with the sight of the ground coming to meet him at a speed that was a bit too fast for his liking. The sudden predicament he found himself in inspired an urgent sense of panic and all that he could do was open his mouth and let the terrified scream escape it. His eyes just happen to catch the sight of a group of people in the vicinity of his impact site and he figured they would be as good as any to call,

[B]"HEY...HELP!!!"[/B]

Ito was just shot and now he was going to turn into a mushy paste, seems like a cruel way to be brought back to life.