- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
Knees buckled, he crouches shrouded in blood-red blanket. Body hidden, pain smothered, wrapped in coarse threads. Soul-stripped eyes glaze sorrow. He is there, but not here. Worry gnaws his bones, drains strength from numb limbs like embers smouldering to white heat. Hope wisps drift away like bits of ash in cold barren winds of despair.