Run. Run. I can't stop now!!

These words continuously repeated itself through Taemin's mind.

Dashing through the dark forest at midnight, his footsteps getting more and more clumsy due to his exhaustion. Twigs snapped beneath his feet as he struggled to push himself through low branches and bushes.

Dang it, I'm making too much noise!

Behind him are three masked men, silently closing up on Taemin, their deadly blades glinting by their side.

Knowing that he could not keep it up any longer, Taemin drew short knives from his clothes, and with a yell, he gathered all energy left in him, spin backwards and threw his knives.

He felt himself crashing into a tree, and before passing out, he thought he heard someone gave a grunt, and grimly grinned to himself.

So this is how I will die...I'm sorry, Appa.

Then blackness overcame him.