The cold, damp air in the basement clung to the walls, making the place feel even more suffocating than it already was.
Volkan and Darth were both trying to talk Tynan down, desperate to pull him back from the edge of the mental cliff he was teetering on.
Tynan's eyes were wide, his body shaking uncontrollably as the horror of seeing his father executed right in front of him played over and over in his mind.
His hands trembled, tugging at the chains that bound him as if somehow he could free himself from this nightmare.
"Tynan, listen to me," Volkan urged, his voice thick with concern.
He tried to keep his tone calm, but it was clear that he was struggling. "You've got to breathe, alright? Just take a deep breath. We're going to get through this, all of us."
