And then he was up onto the cart. Shun's eye closed tightly as they hoisted him up. That was not a pleasant experience for him, given his injuries. Gritting his teeth, he tensed up quite a bit while they moved him.
"Dammit you two," he hissed sharply under his breath. But now he was on the cart. And in pain. And the cart was very cold, considering it was made of ice.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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