Darkness. Thick and breathing. A room without corners. A child too small to understand fear but old enough to feel it soak into his bones. The darkness pressed closer, crawling instead of standing still. The walls felt damp. The air tasted metallic. Somewhere, far and near at the same time, a woman screamed his name.

“YUG!”. The scream cracked, folded in on itself, and turned into sobbing.