The poor girl lay against the cold grass, her body trembling as she forced herself to lay

on her back. The little vocalist struggled to breathe, ever shallow breath was agonizing. And what frightened her most was she saw nothing. All she heard and felt was the unexplainable symptoms that felt as though her lungs were being constricted. Her partner, long since left to seek help. A-am I going to die alone? Where is Keke-senpai? I I dont want to die! I cant. Not yet. Please Not like t-this Senritsu struggled to get her body to respond, but the numbing sensation from the wound at her shoulder was slowly spreading. A disturbing feeling she didnt wish to have. She still had chakura, she still had air. Fighting the symptoms that were growing more and more apparent, she forced herself to shout. To scream. Using what chakura she had to force her voice to echo and resonate to her range of sight, 25 meters at best. Silently, all she could do was hope someone heard her. That anyone heard her. Even if it was an enemy, she wanted the pain, the constriction around her throat to cease. It was a long time before she heard any sound. Anything aside from her own rampant gasps for air that is. Footsteps. Someone was sprinting. But the little nightingale that squirmed against the dew covered grass in her pain, unable to comprehend from where exactly the sound came from or even who it was. She had to give it one more shot. One more shot to be sure she was heard. Mustering up every bit of chakura she had left, Senritsu raised her voice in a horrid chord. Purposely doing so to capture the persons attention, using such clashing sounds for her life. But it was once she ran out of breath that it became much more difficult for her to breathe. It hurts It hurts so much Unknown to her, the deafening horrid sound captured the traveling ones attention. Sure enough the figure stepped before Senritsu. The red-haired scorpion looked down on Senritsus small form. His delicate little doll seemed completely unaware of her surroundings as she writhed in inaudible pain. Taking a quick glimpse, he noticed three other bodies a good distance away. All were dead of course, but not by Senritsus usual methods. No, it was clearly Kekes doing. The puppet master knelt down to her, his wooden fingers brushing her pale colored curls from her face. But she didnt react. Senritsu didnt even look to him. Her veiled eyes only darted from one direction to another in a panic as though she was attempting to search, to see through sound alone. Senritsu. He called in a hushed tone. Immediately she gasped, S-Sa Saso. It was this reaction that brought him to the conclusion: She was numb.