He pauses for a second, then continues to stab it two more times in frustration. The second stab he lets out a short scream. He rips the knife out of the twitching creature’s body. His knife now covered in guts he places it down next to him. He notices his bloody arm and touches it for a second only to get a surge of pain in return. He grits his teeth and clenches his hand when he feels the stinging sensation on his arm. A jagged stone must have stabbed him deep when he was struggling to get himself out of the river.

He assesses his surroundings. The raging river next to him is extremely loud. The water constantly crashes into stones. He takes the time to focus. Before Shintiro does anything he quickly calculates his decisions before he makes his next move. But as he takes a breath of relief, he realizes that there are more of the creatures emerging from the shadows, closing in from all sides.

He then lifts his head high and calls out to the jungle. “JUNGLE! Hear me now. I am Shintiro. If you wish to kill me, do it now. Whatever you send, may it be prepared to die!” Although he was exhausted, Shintiro managed to pull himself up to his feet. He struggles at first to maintain his balance, but he repositions his feet to hold his ground. He readies himself, gripping his knife tightly, blood still dripping from his left arm, ready to face whatever comes at him. With a determined frown, he readies himself to fight for survival.