Author's POV
Three days and three nights. No sleep, no food, not a single word. Only ragged breaths, broken whispers, low moans—and screams, again and again. His body was deteriorating, his mind splintering at the seams, but his soul refused to be silenced. His voice had become hoarse, like rusted metal scraping against glass, yet even then, he continued.
Only the empty walls bore witness to this unraveling, to the soul being torn apart. During those days, Calus wasn't living—he was dying and being reborn, over and over, until all that remained was the hollow shadow of the boy he had once been.
