Alan-centric fiction: Includes spoilers for the ending of the second Kuroshitsuji musical (The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World)
No one knew exactly how they were going to die. It was one of the many things in life that best remained secret.
No one knew. No one except for Alan.
He knew exactly how he was going to die. He may not have known exactly when, but he knew it was soon; very soon. The pain of the attacks was getting greater by the day, and they were getting shockingly more frequent.
He knew exactly what would happen.
It would start off as a normal attack; his heart give one loud thump in warning, and he would double over, clutching at his chest as if that would make it any better. He would begin to gasp, cough and splutter in pain, then try and bear it until it passed.
But it would not pass.
And all of his senses would be thrashed in the onslaught.
He would hear his own wretched screaming and coughing, piercing his otherwise numb ears. He wouldn't hear the foot