Just cut my throat open already, damnit.

I was walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business. I had a bag hanging on my shoulder, but nothing of interest inside it.

The sky was dark, and only the sound of my footsteps could be heard on the road. No matter how far I looked, I couldn't catch sight of another human or even a car.

I'm not going to lie, it was a little bit scary.

"... Man, I sure hope I don't get mugged."

Muttering those words to myself, I quickly increased my pace. Uttering those words was one of the stupidest mistakes I have ever made. Jinxing myself was not something new to me, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised when a knife was pointed at my face.

Great. Me and my mouth.

"Give me all your money!"

"Sure."

I responded calmly, taking a step away from the man with the weapon. I appraised him from the corner of my eye as I searched for money in my pocket.

He looked to be in his late twenties and seemed to be sleep deprived, considering the bags under his eyes. He had a very weird vibe about him, a type of vibe I couldn't quite place my finger on, so I decided to drop it.

Now that I think about it, didn't I hear that news about a criminal running loose who killed a few people in our neighborhood? I wonder if it's him, but asking that would probably lead me to get stabbed, which I want to avoid.

Like seriously, no. I'm afraid of needles.

"Hurry up! I don't have all day!"

"... Searching."

"Do it fast then!"

...

"Are you done?!"

"Still searching."

The guy, not liking my attitude, took a step closer to me and put the knife just a few inches away from my throat.

I gulped.

"DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME! I WILL KILL YOU!"

"...sorry."

I apologized, the danger of the situation finally settling in. The man liked the fear he saw in my eyes and took a step back. I quickly searched inside my bag for money, only to start sweating bullets as the realization hit me.

I did not even have a single yen on me.

"... I-uh.."

"What?!"

"... Just asking out of curiosity, Mugger-san. Do you use Google for online transactions or something?"

It turned silent, the mugger gave me a stink eye as I averted my gaze. What? It's not my fault I don't have any cash on me. I find it to be quite a hassle, to be honest.

After a good few seconds of awkward silence, the mugger pushed me down to the ground, surprising me with his strength.

This guy is stronger than he looks!

"You think you're funny, huh?! DO YOU THINK I AM JOKING?!"

He slashed the knife at me, making me use my arms to protect myself, resulting in a large gash forming on my hands.

It hurts, damnit.

I glared at him, and that only made him angrier.

"You think you can take me on, don't you?! Well, guess what? You can't! I have nothing to lose anymore! Whereas you do! IT'S YOUR LIFE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

He kept on slashing and slashing and slashing. And I kept on screaming and screaming and screaming. It was quite a melodious rhythm we were producing, for a psychopathic sadist, maybe.

After a while of me enduring that pain, I closed my eyes, my breath shortening every second as I had no strength left to even scream anymore.

I was lying in the pool of blood, as my soon-to-be murderer kept on slashing me, cutting up most of my fingers. His eyes were teary, but a distorted smile could still be seen on his face.

Good grief. Among all the muggers in the world, why did I get to meet this overly sensitive psychopath? Talk about terrible luck. I don't have any strength left to scream anymore. Where are the police when you need them?

Complaints aside, isn't it about time I start having flashbacks of my life? I mean, I am dying here. It usually goes like this, right?

Ouch. Damn, fucker chopped my ear.

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Calm down, man. Just aim for my throat and be done with it. Wait, don't tell me...

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

This fucker doesn't have any idea how to efficiently kill me, does he?

"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

.

..

...

If I ever meet you in the afterlife, I will fucking rip you apart, I swear it.

As that thought struck my mind, the man who I now hate with all my heart for being an idiot, finally aimed for my throat, making me choke on my own blood.

Gurgle Gurgle. Bleh, it tastes like Iron.

My eyes finally closed shut, and my breathing stopped. It was all over. I was finally dead.

Moral of the story. Don't go out at night in a secluded alley.

And if you do, always have some cash with you.

~~~

Hello Dear Readers.

Author here.

So, finally, I am writing a book that I plan on continuing and finishing before my other work. This will be my top priority now, and I will finish it, no matter what.

You're going to see a lot of stuff happen in this.

I'm the kind of guy who doesn't like harems, so yeah, I am going to leave that choice up to you guys.

Even if this story has a little bit of drama with more than one girl liking the MC, I am not going to make this turn into a story where he takes every girl in his house and fu*ks them. Hell, I am not planning on adding lemons to this at all.

I will warn you already. There is going to be more than one girl who will like our MC but for a good reason. It won't be something like, 'Oh, he is handsome. I feel attracted to him', bullshit. There is going to be a reason behind them liking him if they do.

And yeah, my mc will be a bit...weird, so to say. Dating would probably be the last thing on his mind. He won't be dense, but he will be more like an idiot.

Just read it, you will see.

Anyways, that's it.

Peace!