Keima began to wake up. His face wet with his own blood, his body weak. He had his arms bound tightly to the chair he sat in. He was confused. Confused of what was happening, and why. Keima smelled something rotton, it was himself. The door a few feet away clicked, as it opened. Mina walked in with more tools. Keima looked at her, his eyes easily showed his absolute confusion. His unsurity of why he was here, why the person he had began trusting would do this. Keima began to bawl and scream, causing Mina to sadistically smile as she walked over to him with another weapon. This one having a sharp end. As he began to scream loudly, she stabbed him in the stomach and twisted the weapon around. His screaming became louder, and blood rushed out of his body, onto the seat and ground below him. The pain he felt was insufferable, he couldn't bear it. Eventually, he was to be lost in his mind.

 Keima found himself waking up in a white field of flowers, as he stood himself up and wiped the petals off of his body. His eyes glanced around him in the unfamiliar place. He looked down to where he had been shot before and stabbed recently. As he looked, he found absolutely nothing. No trace of being injured, or having been scratched what so ever. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a shine. A shine that you would see from a mirror reflecting the light of the sun.

As he walked toward the light, he found himself screaming again. He felt the same pain as before, slowly dulling. The room was dark, and Mina hadn't been in the room for awhile. After around ten minutes of him sitting alone in pain in the seat, a sound of a lock breaking could be heard on the door to the room. Mina entered with another weapon, a very, very, sharp and heavy weapon. Keima began to sweat vigorously, and his heartrate sped up quickly, causing him to hyperventilate. As she stepped toward him, she kneeled down and touched the bloody wound on his stomach. 

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His pain intensified, as she spoke with a sadistic tone. "Tonights our last night together, so let's have fun. Though, her words weren't the worst part. It was the nasty grin she was giving Keima, as he knew it would be all over tonight. That the second chance he was given wasn't worth it, that no matter what he tried, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Mina wiped the blood off her hand onto his face, and stepped backward. She stopped grinning by now, and instead replaced it with a far more unsettling expression, a blank expression. She raised the large weapon up, and slammed the weapon back down onto Keima. The weapon dug deep into his shoulder, severing muscles, tissue, and bones. The pain had been like it was before, simply unbearable. Things slowly began to go dark, though, before he would fall unconcious. The door would bust open once more, and two people entered, severing Mina's head from her body.

Keima slowly closed his eyes afterward, him and the seat he sat on, fell onto the cold ground. As blood began to form a large puddle which would grow in size.  Right before completely closing  his eyes, he whispered out quietly "Here's where it ends, isn't it?" Right before completely losing conciousness.

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