A bitter taste lingers in my mouth as a red, warm liquid seeps down from the corner of my lips.

It has a tinge of sweetness, but the bitterness of it still remains.

Also, it reeks the smell of iron, making it distasteful.

For me whose love for sweets exceeds even my love for myself, this taste is too much of a bane for me.

I hate this.

The taste of my blood, that is...

As I was mindfully complaining about the taste, I fixed my stare and looked at the current condition of my body.

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A few broken ribs, here and there.

Limbs bent at impossible ways.

Although my lower body is still connected to me, I can’t seem to feel my legs.

With my wheezing breath, I assume that my lungs have been punctured too.

My body is now soaked in my own blood as the white dress that I’m wearing has now been dyed red.

As expected of an impact from a massive 16-wheeler Truck-sama of doom, overspeeding at 90km/h.

I’m starting to feel lucky that my body ended up with just this after being rammed like that.

That driver seems to be in a rush to be driving like that – Is he in a need for a toilet break?

Be careful next time, Driver-san, make sure you don’t hit somebody else again, OK? It really hurts, you know?

My vision began to blur as the loss of blood gradually began to take away the last of my consciousness.

Maybe its fine like this, my body has been feeling cold all this time and I’d like to get some sleep…

“Sigh… In any case, help will not come. After all, I doubt anybody noticed me.”

And with that final thought, I took my last breath.

~ End of Chapter 0 ~