I really felt the touch of death.
When the scythe was slashed at me, it was cold at first, then hot. I watched my blood gush out, or rather, I felt it.
"Death row prisoner."
God spread a layer of mist in front of my eyes and helped me close my eyes.
The noise, the abuse, the cheers.
Someone called my name...
——Later, when I looked back, I realized that the road to reincarnation was longer than when I walked on it.
