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Nam-gyu slowly raised his head, the cross was empty. The last two pills he had sworn were in there when he had it last were gone. It finally hit him, Min-su had taken the pills. He took the things that were allowing him to make it through this damn hell hole. It was too late, while lost in his realization the rope had come back around. He couldn't jump in time.
The rope hit his ankles, knocking him off balance. He fell, hitting the tracks before falling off the edge. Nam-gyu let out a yell as he fell from the tracks towards the bottom. He clutched the cross in his hands, knowing this was the end for him. The ground gets closer and closer, his end gets closer and closer as he continues to fall.
Soon it was over, Nam-gyu hit the ground. Blood spilled from his head, creating a puddle around as he lay there unmoving. The cross that once belonged to Thanos had fallen from his hands, laying a few inches from his hand. He would never reach out to grab it again.
A once breathing man now lay there, blood pooling around him, eyes lifeless, surrounded by the fake flowers that were the ground. A false flower field tainted with real blood.