Somewhere unknown.
There was a small patch of grassland, surrounded by forest on all sides. It was a quiet place, except for the noise made by the insects.
What stood out most, however, was that in the heart of a secluded grassland, stood a lone hut—crooked and small, as though it had been built only to hide something, not to house anyone.
Inside, two bodies lay motionless on wooden cots. Still. Breathless.
For a long time, the room was nothing but silence.
Until one pair of eyes opened.
A faint glow flickered in the gloom, violet bleeding into the air as the body stirred.
His chest rose in a shallow, disbelieving breath.
Slowly, he looked down at his hands, flexing them as if he expected them to vanish at any second. His gaze swept to his body, whole and unscarred, then to the other still figure beside him.
A bitter smile touched his lips. "…I still live."
The words felt heavier than they should, like a confession dragged from a dying man.
