--Ema's POV—

"The murder weapon was…was the…the…"

"Ms. Skye? Are you alright?"

My breath was coming short.

It hurt.

Bad.

Air closing.

Eyesight fading.

I was losing breath.

Life.

"Fraulein Ema?!"

I collapsed.

"S-Suspend the trial! Herr Judge!"

I gasped for breath.

I knew I couldn't regain it.

I fought.

I saw my boss's face and it went

BLACK.