"Ah, I see. Now it makes sense why you reek so horribly."
Seojun grabbed my neck, blood pouring like a river from his hands.
Moments ago, we were still hurtling through the air, but now, my broken body was pinned against a wall.
I couldn't feel a thing. I tried to move my hand, but no response came. Breathing was a struggle — sharp, shallow gasps slipping past my lips — and panic took root.
"Tell me, man. How the hell are you even breathing without your organs?"
Opening my eyes, I finally understood.
My mangled body lay sprawled on the ground, drenched in blood.
Seojun wasn't holding me by the neck — he gripped the remnants of what was left after slamming me into the wall.
Only my spine protruded from the torn flesh, the long bone swaying in the night air.
And from that shattered spine, new tissue rapidly formed — tendrils of flesh weaving together at an alarming speed.
