It comes suddenly, so fast indeed that the sudden tingle of pain makes him gasp. The white of his robe is dyed red, as if thrust into a vat of the color, spreading from his chest, appearing on his arms and down his legs. His face begins to take on the stains of blood splatter, his lips turned red as the stuff, dark. His hair was matted with blood and dirt, and he gave a cry as a pain in his chest flared.

He tore open the blood soaked robe to expose a gaping hole in his chest where his heart would have been, the skin simmering, stinking of burned flesh, blackened.

"What...?"