"Miss Carter... Miss Carter? Please..." It's a faint plead, almost unrecognizable to my groggy brain as I slip in and out of consciousness, but still, I manage to detect a deep sense of desperation in the call.
Willing myself awake by the persistent, though, seemingly gentle, or rather weakened shakes, my heavy eyes make several attempts to open until finally, the full blast of blinding light penetrates. Unconsciously, my grip tightens on the item within in grasp, and a dying gasp meets my ear.
I groan, turning slightly to face the sound. At the sight, a horrified shriek leaves my lips. The guard that carried me is now kneeling, his fluttering eyelids unable to remain open while his hunched-over frame barely shows any form of life. His shallow breaths are the only indicators that he ha
