"Well then... Welcome to the Illuminati... Yuuma" announced Taishiro, smirking proudly.
Yuuma stares blankly at Taishiro..."You still haven't recovered from last night... But that's how Illuminators are made... Stand up...", said Taishiro. Yuuma could barely stand but his will made him to do so...
"Follow me!" commanded Taishiro, as he stood up and walked to the elevator and Yuuma obediently followed him... Taishiro brought Yuuma into a dark room. "Urgh I can't see anything Taishiro-Sama... Where are we supposed to go?"...
Taishiro, standing beside Yuuma sighs and murmurs... "I'm sorry"...
A strong push by Taishiro threw Yuuma deeper into the dark room.... "ARGHH!! TAISHIRO-SAMA?! WHAT HAP-"
A strong blow of a stick from somewhere in the dark room hit Yuuma's fractured arm and he shrieked in betrayal and pain...
Another blow hit his spine, spraining it... Eventually multiple sticks hit Yuuma at once. One stick hit his jaw, making him gush out blood from his mouth. Each stinging hit made him feel the pain of betrayal more deeply, his eyes gushing out tears, less for pain, more for betrayal.
After Yuuma could barely move, dragging in ragged breaths,
one final blow struck the vital point at his neck.
His knees buckled instantly.
His vision shattered into blinding white.
The world spun, distorted....
voices echoing, fading.....
And Yuuma collapsed,
falling straight into the cold, suffocating darkness, a thin trail of blood marking the floor behind him like a silent witness...