His white attire was now drenched in red, a testament to the horror unfolding before him as he cradled Martin close to his chest.
"H-Help….!" Yves's weak cry echoed through the darkness, a desperate plea for salvation in a world consumed by darkness and despair.
As Yves finally untangled Martin from the ropes that bound him to the chair, the Omega caught his friend's collapsing form in his arms, his own body shaking with sobs as he desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from the stabbing wound.
"Y-you're going to be okay! Stay with me, Martin!" Yves's voice threatened to abandon him entirely as he struggled to make even a whisper, his throat constricted with pain and emotion.
In the midst of his torment, he felt as though the cruel world itself conspired to drown him in an ocean of silence, suffocating him with despair so overwhelming it left him gasping for air.
