~Alpha Kilhan~

Pulling my shirt off my body, I fell weakly to the ground of the cell I was locked in. My chest was bleeding and in severe pain.

I tore a long part of my shirt and molded it into a thick fabric, which I pressed against my chest. I groaned loudly, grabbing onto the floor in agony.

While I was nursing my wound, I heard footsteps approaching, and when I looked up to see who it was, it happened to be her.

The last person I wanted to see. I looked away ...