"Ryan? Are you there, dude?" A long, shaggy haired Soul Angel knocked on the isolated building where Ryan resided. He wore a one piece black robe with a V-neck collar. Sandals sat under his feet. "I'm just checking if you're okay, man. You're okay, right? I'm sorry I forgot to check on ya yesterday." His name was Justin. He opened the door slowly.
"Dude." Ryan lay in a fetal position in the center of his room. The wall opposite the doorway was posted with black blood. Ryan shook violently. Justin knelt down beside him, shaking him gently. "Why did you do this? You're gonna kill yourself, man!" Justin stared at the wall again.
There were scribbles scattered all over the wall. However, in the center of the wall, read two phrases, with one crossed out.
'MICHAEL'S FINAL BATTLE'
'ONE DAY LEFT'
'ONE DAY LEFT'
Ryan grabbed Justin's arm. "Michael... Michael! You, you were supposed to be here yesterday. R-right? What's... what's wrong with you! Michael is gone now..."
Justin gulped. "Greg's gonna flip when he knows about this. Come on, let's go tell him." Justin flung Ryan's arm over the back of his neck, then helped him up. The two walked towards the center of the City of Guardians.
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