Chapter 5

The window shattered.

It wasn't the wind. Someone had smashed their way in from the outside.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and the night wind poured through, heavy with rain and the smell of blood.

A figure climbed through the broken window and stumbled to my bedside.

It was Ash, but wasn't the Ash I remembered.

He was covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds, and there was a deep gash on his left shoulder. I could see the bone.

His face was even paler than mine, his lips blue and purple. He looked like a living corpse.

But his…