Thorne

You entered the dimly lit room, your heart sinking as you saw Thorne slumped against the cold stone floor, blood staining the edges of his clothes. His face was pale, and his breathing shallow. His head was wrapped in a crude bandage, but the injury was clearly taking its toll. He didn’t stir as you knelt beside him, eyes filled with concern. His delirious mutterings echoed faintly, but no words formed, just an unsettling silence between you.