A Body Remade in Pain
"FUCK…"
Leon's voice ripped out from between gritted teeth, harsh and serrated, but with a mulish determination that refused to expire. It was more than a curse—it was a growl, raw and feral, slicing through the stifling air like a knife. His breaths were short and jerky; each exhale spiked with agony. "This pain is way worse than you said, system!"
The following noise wasn't words—it was a scream. Gravelly. Low. Torn from the bottom of his essence, it burst forth from him like the cry of a dying beast in the midst of slaughter. The horror wasn't closing in on him—it was already here, tearing him apart from the inside out like a maelstrom of knives and flames. Each beat saw a new onslaught of pain, every pulse another lash from an invisible executioner.
