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>Koseki Bijou coughed out another load of blood as her hands tried to grasp the haft of the pickaxe embedded in her chest. There was too much blood. Way too much blood. Her tiny fingers could barely encircle the thick wooden handle. She heaved, and immediately stopped due to the pain exploding from her broken ribs. The pick's diamond blade was buried too deep in her tiny body.
>In the distance, she could hear her assailant closing in. "WK WK WK WK, come here little gem. Let me mine you." A slightly-raspy, melodic voice said, right before the laugh. That silent laugh that had been hounding her since she entered this cursed mine. "Where are you..."
>Bijou could feel her heart beating furiously against the diamond blade pressed right against it. It was getting harder to breathe. The cave ceiling above was starting to fade out before her very eyes. She could hear the faintest of footsteps stop right beside her. The pickaxe was forcibly wrested from her broken body. But there was no pain. Not any more.
>The tiny little gem girl whispered with her last breath.
>"It's....Bijouver..."
