Countdown | Stray Kids

890 hours...

765 hours and 43 minutes...

I looked to the person that walked past me, going to cross the road, seeing his time. A solemn expression on my face, as I saw his countdown.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

With that, he was dead. A truck came screeching to his figure, body flying a few meters from the impact, limbs no longer intact, his blood soon forming a crimson puddle underneath him.

I looked at his chest, seeing the numbers 00:00, blinking a few times, then the numbers were gone, just like his life.

He was going to die, she is going to die, everyone around me is going to die, and I can see it very well, because...

Everyone is on countdown.