Chuuya’s head rested against the rocks behind him, his body slumped. The pain from the stab wound was bearable, but nonetheless, not particularly enjoyable.

The betrayal he felt showed through his narrowed eyes. How could they do this?

He seemed to notice a noise - footsteps approaching. He was quick to try and shuffle away, but moving only caused more pain; there was no point.

He felt as if he’d lost any chance of defending himself, anyways.