I'm stuck here in darkness. I've lost all sense of time, but if I were to guess logically, I'd say I've been here for about three days. I have many questions, but the most pressing one is: why am I still conscious?

Am I saved? I highly doubt it. I was shot at point-blank range; my brain must have been destroyed upon impact of the bullet.

As he pondered his situation, a faint woman's voice could be heard.

"Mother?" he muttered, feeling a sense of relief. Yet he was both wrong and right at the same time; the faint voice belonged to his new mother.

"What is this?"

I can feel my body physically manifesting—every fiber of my muscles—I feel like I can move it as if I am truly alive.

The faint voice grew stronger, echoing through the darkness.

I looked toward the direction of the voice and saw a faint light. I felt immense happiness.

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When a person is trapped in darkness and sees light, their natural instinct is to run toward it, and so he did.

He ran as fast as he could, reasoning that this might be his only chance to escape from this hell.

"Just a little bit more."

Heavily breathing and feeling exhausted, he never stopped.

The voices he heard now became understandable.

The sound of his footsteps was filled with desperation and determination. No matter the pain he felt, he would never stop running, even if his heart exploded right now, because the hope he clung to was finally here.

The light emitting from the distance blinked from small to large.

"The light is blinding me."

"Finally," he said.

"Run."

"Run."

"Don't fail me now."

As he uttered those words, tears streamed down his face—a sudden burst of emotion that could make a grown man cry.

"I said run!"

The blinking light suddenly expanded, growing large enough to fill the darkness.

"What?"

The voice he had been hearing was finally here, right in front of his eyes—a blurred image that seemed to be holding him in both arms.

The blurred image slowly became a clear image of a woman crying.

"I'm glad you're finally here now. My blessing."

A mother crying tears of joy after giving birth to her son is one of the best feelings for a mother, and he knows it.

"So I was born again, huh?" he said in his mind.

The warmth of a mother—there's nothing like it. Feeling it again, I missed my mother, Lisel.