I know there are many ways to die in the world. Car accidents, jumping off buildings, falling off cliffs, earthquakes, floods, shootings, being kidnapped and ripped apart... I never imagined that my own death would be split open by a kid with a sickle. The way of death is quite strange. That day, I had just finished my college entrance examination and celebrated my eighteenth birthday at the same time. I went crazy all night with my friends. The next day, I dragged my exhausted body open the door and prepared to sleep with him for three days and three nights. What I saw when I walked in the door shocked me.