What kind of situation am I in?
My head, alternating between dull pain and searing agony, failed to understand my surroundings at once and only reeled unsteadily.
All I could vaguely see were the swaying sights around me.
Colorful round light bulbs, yellow tactile paving on the floor, exit number signs, gray….
Stairs.
“Hhk.”
And in that instant, I realized it.
Go Youngeun was desperately running down the stairs with me on her back. A hand with several missing fingers was holding my arm as it hung over her shoulder.
I barely managed to open my dry mouth.
“…Ms. Sheep.”
“…!”
Perhaps startled by my voice, she nearly stumbled and fell, but somehow caught herself and kept running down the stairs.
All the way to the platform.
“…….”
It had to be heavy.
Go Youngeun… her body wasn’t even whole, so how was she carrying me on her back?
I couldn’t understand what was going on.
But I could feel the urgency of it—as if we were fleeing.
I couldn’t stay on her back. I had to be too heavy, and now that I was conscious again, I should walk on my own feet.
I tried to put strength into my body and stretch my legs toward the floor….
…….
There was nothing there.
Below my thighs, there was nothing.
My left leg was gone at the thigh entirely, and my right leg had been severed from the joint down.
There were traces of bleeding that had burst out, then strangely been…