Lucia's breath trembled as she tried to force the words out, her voice quivering like a fragile leaf in the wind.
"T-Tyn… I will film it. J-just get me out of here," she whispered, her voice barely audible, each syllable a testament to her fading strength.
Exhaustion and despair clung to her like a shroud, draining the last remain of her willpower.
Tynan froze, his hand hovering over the door handle, the metal cold against his skin.
For a moment, he remained utterly still, as if the universe itself had paused to make sure he had truly heard her.
Slowly, almost disbelievingly, he turned around.
The corners of his mouth curled upward into a cold, satisfied smile, a predator recognizing the surrender of its prey.
He said nothing as he walked back over to her, his steps deliberate, each one echoing in the silence of the room.
