Diego POV
The darkness had started to thin.
Sounds drifted closer now. Voices, faint but clearer than before. My mind felt like it was wading through fog, struggling to surface.
"Stay with me, Diego... Please... Just hold on..." I heard his voice calling out to me, Miguel.
I could feel his presence, his voice cutting through the haze like an anchor. But something else was there too—a constant pressure in my chest. Cold. Heavy.
The pain was distant but growing sharper by the minutes but there nothing I could do about it.
And then—another voice. Harsher. Mocking.
"You never were the priority, Miguel. You're just another piece in my game." Gideon's voice came on as I was suddenly not pleased, I tried to talk but couldn't, I was shouting but no one could hear my voice.
I fought against the weight pressing me down, forcing my mind to break through. I couldn't stay here. I had to warn them.
Gideon was still controlling everything.
