TREVOR’S POV
Time stopped meaning anything a long time ago.
I didn’t know if it had been hours, days, or weeks. Maybe years. Maybe I’d always been here. In this void of gas and metal, where the air burned the inside of my nose and lungs and made every thought foggy, slow, and slippery. I tried to count seconds at some point—maybe to hold on to something solid. But even counting became too hard when you couldn’t feel your fingers or remember what numbers came after ten.
Sometimes I woke up with a jolt. Other times, I faded in like mist. There were no windows. No clocks. No natural light. Just that low humming sound and the way my body felt like it belonged to someone else—numb, heavy, wrong.
My name?
Trevor, right? Yes… Trevor.
That memory stuck harder than the others. Most came and w
