“Ughhhhh,” the sound croaks from my dry throat, echoing around me.
My lids peel open slowly, and I take a deep breath, trying to figure out where the hell I am. My head throbs with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. I can feel the pain in my face, my ears, even behind my eyeballs.
Thrumming my fingers against the ground, I feel cool, damp mud. I inhale, but the scent of copper floods my senses. Reaching up, I smell my hand, gagging as the scent moves past the scent of blood.
Where the f**k am I?
The more my mind races the more intense the pain grows.
“Phantom?” I hear Gunner’s voice shout. “Reaper?”
Reaper.
Chills spread down my arms as I forced myself up from the ground only to stumble back onto my hands and knees. I feel as if I’ve been transferred back in time.
My fa
