The sensation of the black, oily limb piercing her abdomen was unlike anything Emi had ever felt.
It wasn't just the sharp, mechanical rip of flesh, but the cold, invasive void that seemed to suck the very heat from her soul.
Ah, it hurts...
The thought was sluggish, drifting through her mind like a leaf on a stagnant pond.
Why does this thing have to hurt so much? Emi wondered, her consciousness fraying at the edges.
She had always been the type to avoid conflict. She hated exercise, she hated responsibility, and more than anything in this world, she absolutely hated pain.
It was for this very reason that she preferred the digital safety of video games and the predictable arcs of anime.
In a game, you could just reload a save.
In a game, the "HP" bar was just a number, not a searing agony that made you want to claw your own skin off.
Lemme just sleep... it's too much...
She felt herself drifting, her body growing light.
