Chapter 86 "Don't Go"

Third Person’s POV

The room was pitch black.

A coil of rope lay on the floor.

A crumpled note sat on the table.

A lifeless body lay in the corner.

Brett woke up from his recurring nightmare, drenched in sweat. His face was pale, with sweat droplets resembling rain on a windowpane. As he opened his dry lips to take a breath, he realized there was no moisture. Despite the lump in his throat making it difficult to swallow, he managed to let out a groggy morning voice.

"Same dream, again," he chuckled to himself.

However, his laughter quickly faded as he felt an overwhelming weakness. His energy seemed to have left his body, making it hard to find the motivation to get up. His head spun, as if someone was tightening a screw in his brain, and he felt the urge to vomit.

Feeling sluggish in the morning is something everyone experiences, and Brett was no exception. But today, his exhaustion went beyond the usual laziness. It was due to his physical condition.

He groaned, complaining about the