"Phantom?" I call out, squinting in the dim light of the bedroom.
Shuffling to my left catches my attention and I creep further into the room. It may be dark but I recognize the space as Phantom’s bedroom, the same bedroom I woke up in all those nights ago. But, unlike that time, the room is dim, only the blue torches lighting up some of the spaces, casting light on some of the icy furniture, which is the only way it spreads throughout the room.
Pausing next to the bed, I glance down at the lump hiding under the covers, shifting and wiggling every few seconds. Frowning, I lean down only to freeze when a low, pained moan emits from under the blankets. Fear shivers down my spine and a guilty pit forms in my stomach. Phantom’s in pain and is obviously suffering. Why did I wait so long to c
