For the rest of his life, Jinshi would have nightmares about that day. Sometimes she was a second too late and the beam crushed her. Sometimes she didn't put the pieces together soon enough and it crushed him. Sometimes they were both crushed. No matter what, death always came for one or both of them. Always, always, always.

The funny thing about days where death suddenly comes knocking, there's never much warning. Jinshi didn't wake up that day feeling like death might make an appearance. The sky was clear, the sun was bright. Nothing felt particularly ominous. It just seemed like a normal day.