"I survived!"
A lone figure, walking in deliberate steps, came out of a shimmering blue portal, enough for the shadow to loom behind. In the left hand, this figure held a long cord affixed to a silver handle dripping in blood.
The figure, finally out of the portal which closed behind, was a young boy. He was tall and lean, but his exuberance possessed a different aura.
"The weakest survived!"
He came to a halt immediately the portal finished disappearing, his gaze still fixed to the ground.
Then, as if to be sure, he jinxed his head upwards and reluctantly tilted it to his back to see that the portal was gone.
So, he smiled.
"I scrambled for survival. No, I had nothing that could help me to survive. I had nothing!"
He returned his gaze to the front, and flipped his cord around to wrap his body, locking it with a click to the handle.
