Tyler's POV
There's a bomb strapped to my stomach.
I can hardly see. My vision's a blur, filled with shadows and the bright flashes of chaos.
Azazel, Han, everyone they're here. I know they're here. But it's like I'm slipping.
I can see my life flashing before my eyes.
Every part of me is trembling.
I'm not just scared.
I'm terrified.
This is it.
I'm going to die.
It was Elvin's idea to strap the bomb to me. I remember his voice like it was etched into my skull. Cold. Mocking.
"Gunshots would be too easy for your death. Maybe your entire body tearing apart would be a better end."
I swallowed the tears that had already begun to fall. My dreams
Everything I've ever wanted to do.
Everything I've fought for.
All of it is slipping away.
I'm alive.
But I'm dying.
My eyes searched
And somehow, they found him.
Han.
My body wanted to see him. My heart needed to.
He stood there, face pale, expression devastated.
His gaze locked on me, then quickly scanned downward—
