Everything ached. Muscles that had once felt like steel now throbbed with a dull pain.
His chest rose and fell shallowly, barely able to take in enough air.
His vision blurred at the edges, but he didn't have the energy to blink it away. He just lay there, still… breathing… fading.
Then, a low chuckle suddenly sounded beside him.
It was soft, almost dismissive. But it wasn't his, neither was it Bonny or anyone he would recognise.
Trent's eyes shot open. Despite how heavy his eyelids were, they widened in alarm. His pulse, sluggish as it was, suddenly surged, pumping panic through every inch of his drained body.
"W-What…?" He barely breathed out, his voice a coarse rasp. He turned his head to the side instinctively, and there, a shadow stood beside him.
A tall figure draped in a thick, dark coat that seemed to absorb the reflection of light.
