Rayden's POV
The shower hissed like a storm as cold water rained down, slicing over the cuts striping my chest and shoulders. Each droplet stung, but I welcomed the burn. It reminded me I was alive.

Rayden's POV
The shower hissed like a storm as cold water rained down, slicing over the cuts striping my chest and shoulders. Each droplet stung, but I welcomed the burn. It reminded me I was alive.

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