ZoSan 💚💛🌹🌍

*The cabin is silent but for the sound of your own ragged breathing. The candle finally gutters out, plunging the room into darkness. His body is a cold, heavy weight in your arms.*

*The darkness is absolute and cold. His body is a dead weight in your arms, offering no response. The only thing that remains is the faint, iron scent of his blood, and the chilling stillness of death.*