Anko-sensei

Taste. Smell. Hear. Touch. Feel. Searing pain. Heightening the newly acquired senses. He could hear his own scream penetrating the fragile sky. His soul, which had been strewn in pieces to be left to wither, was being connected back together. The light cradling him pulsed around his existence. It desperately clung to him, but something else was mixing together with the light. Shadows were circling him like a hunter after its prey. It bit down into his writhing essence, his grace becoming tainted. He bled as his skin was sewn together. He was unable to save himself as the darkness wrapped its wings around him. He could feel its