The thick, sweet scent clung heavily to Uijae’s lungs, filling the dark space. It was nearly enough to drive him mad. The liquid pooling on the floor was likely Sa-young’s blood. The clothes Uijae wore, provided by the Wave Guild, seemed to offer some protection; they were soaked but not corroding. That allowed him to embrace Sa-young’s trembling body without hesitation.
The clinking of chains echoed loudly. Sa-young’s ragged breathing and groans brushed against Uijae’s neck. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any wounds on his head. Uijae gently threaded his fingers through the tangled, sticky strands of Sa-young’s hair.
“When did you start this?”
“…A few days ago.”
“All day long?”
“Only… a few hours a day. It’s enough for now…”
Sa-young’s voice was so hoarse it was barely human, almost like the growl of an animal. Uijae moved to pat his back but stopped when he realized it was covered in countless stakes. It was a miracle he was still alive.
He's gonna have fun trying to explain why he was laying on his back on a very bloody floor and why he looks like a zombie that just ate a feast
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Jajajaja y tener q tratar de explicar esto cuando salga 😅