"Haah! Haah!" The young man's ragged breaths echoed through the desolate streets as he leaned over, desperately clutching his knees. His body trembled with exhaustion, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat and grime. Each gasp he took burned his chest, but he couldn't stop now. His hands were raw and bruised, with thin trails of blood meandering down his bony knuckles like macabre art.

His face bore the marks of a fierce struggle. One eye was swollen shut, the surrounding skin painted a ghastly shade of purple. He could barely open the other eye, but the fear in it was all too evident. The pain and panic had etched deep lines on his pale, dirt-smeared visage, telling the story of a desperate escape.

Behind him, a cacophony of angry voices surged forth, a relentless pack of pursuers thirsty for his capture. Their howls seemed to pierce through his every nerve, urging him to flee with an urgency he had never known. But his aching legs struggled to carry him further. He knew he had to find shelter, someplace where he could catch his breath, at least for a moment.

Ahead, there loomed an ancient amusement park, a once vibrant haven that now lay in ruins. The faded sign at the entrance creaked in the breeze, missing letters hinting at the park's former glory. Broken vintage lights dangled from twisted metal frames, casting eerie shadows on the ground.

The park exuded an ominous aura, as if it held the memories of the laughter that once danced through its corridors. Now, it seemed haunted by the specters of the past, ghosts of joy and mirth long extinguished. The desolation seemed to beckon him, offering a choice between two equally grim fates.

He stood at the threshold, torn between the devil he knew, represented by the relentless hunters, and the dark unknown that lay within the forsaken amusement park. With only one eye to survey the gloomy scene, he weighed his options. He knew that his chances of survival were slim, but the lurking shadows seemed to offer a chance, a whisper of hope amidst the chaos.

The first step through those decaying gates felt like the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The air was heavy with despair, and each subsequent footfall seemed to sink deeper into the ground, as if the very pavements were marking his ill fate. Blood continued to ooze from his battered body, leaving a gruesome trail of crimson behind him – a breadcrumb trail for the merciless hunters pursuing him.

As he ventured further into the dark yard of shattered remnants, his breath grew labored, and his heart pounded in his chest like a desperate plea for mercy. The world around him seemed to blur, his vision tainted by the agony coursing through his body. And then, a cruel twist of fate, a cruel twist of his sprained ankle sent him tumbling forward, his face colliding with the unforgiving cobblestone pavement.

"Agh!" The pain escaped his lips, accompanied by a tear that slipped helplessly from his eye. His hands curled around the sharp pebbles as if trying hard to hold in his scream, The odds were stacked against him, and his once agile body now lay incapacitated, rendering him immobile.

"This way! I can feel him nearby!" The sinister voices of his relentless pursuers echoed ominously in the background. They were closing in, and there was no escape. He closed his eyes, a defeated acceptance settling upon him, when suddenly, an unexpected presence approached, almost like a warm gust of wind in the spring.

"Who are you?" The voice, though it belonged to a girl, carried an air of arrogance and authority. Why was she here, amidst the ruins, at this crucial moment? He opened his eyes, wincing through the pain, and beheld her – a striking figure with long, raven-black hair and eyes filled with frustration. She appeared out of place yet entirely in command of her surroundings. The darkness had vanished and it was no more night rather it was a few moments before sunset.

"How did you get in here?" she inquired, showing little regard for his obvious pain.

"Help…" he pleaded, his voice hoarse and cracked. "Help me," he implored, pinning his hopes on this unforeseen savior.

The girl clutched a sombre bouquet, dressed as if preparing for a funeral. The setting sun cast an ethereal glow upon her, illuminating the melancholy scene around them. Her eyes flickered from him to the sun, and then to a nearby fountain that had seemingly materialised, throwing water into the air like a lamenting requiem.

"How can I help you? I am… I am already dead," she murmured, her voice tinged with sorrow as she looked into the distance, as if remembering a painful past.

His heart sank at her words, the realisation crashing over him like a tidal wave. He felt a profound connection with this mysterious girl – a shared fate of tragedy and desperation. As the world around them shifted from the darkness of night to the melancholic hues of sunset, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the grim reaper's embrace, or if he had stumbled into a realm where the living and the dead coexisted in a delicate dance of despair. Either way, his destiny seemed inextricably intertwined with hers, and he could only hope that she held the key to a chance at survival, a glimmer of hope amidst the helplessness that engulfed him.

THe girl held out her hand and offered to pull him up. . Skeptical, he took her hand, fully expecting her frail frame to be unable to pull him up. But to his amazement, as her fingers closed around his, his body felt light as a feather, the pain that had tormented him now vanished.

As they stood there, bathed in the ethereal light of the setting sun, the girl turned her gaze towards the radiant orb, holding the bouquet close to her heart. In a voice filled with quiet curiosity, she asked, "Do you have a wish that you wanted to come true?"

He followed her gaze to the sinking sun and nodded solemnly. "Yes," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hold this," she instructed, handing him the bouquet tenderly. Then, she reached into the pocket of her soft black dress and produced a gleaming coin, cradling it delicately in her gloved fingers. She toyed with the coin for a few seconds, as if contemplating the moment, before a playful glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Let's make a wish before the sun goes down," she suggested, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Okay," he agreed, closing his eyes to focus on the deepest desires of his heart.

"I hope I live and I don;t die, I hope I make a family and I fall in love and I find peace." he uttered, his voice laced with emotion. It was a wish that carried the weight of all the hardships he had endured, a yearning for a chance to rebuild his shattered life.

Intriguingly, as he finished speaking, he heard her voice echoing a similar sentiment, like two souls finding resonance in the midst of chaos. They had wished for similar dreams, dreams of survival, love, and hope.

With a gentle toss, the girl sent the coin soaring through the air, and it danced gracefully before landing with a soft splash in the fountain. A melodious chime rang through the air, mingling with her laughter as she spun around in joy as if her wish was already granted.