The ink drips down.
Drip drip drip.

Into a dark puddle, the ink collects.

Drip Drip Drip.

The sound of breathing slowly gets more ragged and shaky.

It sounds like someone is choking.

The cough and more ink appears, from their lungs.

From their eyes, their mouth, their nose, ink continues to pour out.

Pale skin and hollow eyes.

It can't end now, no, not like this.

It can't, it can't.
No, no, no.

It.

Can't.

End.

Here.