C53 ROCKED BY THE DARK

Darkness has a sound.

It wasn’t silence—it was the echo of something breathing, throbbing, watching. Damon could feel it closing in on him, speaking his name like a curse. His body was bound in chains carved from pure shadow, each link throbbing with black fire that burnt his skin and dug deep into his veins.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been here. Minutes. Hours. Days