Permanent Scars

Third Person's POV

"She... she lives here?" Torin choked out, the words scraping against his throat like rusted blades.

He stood frozen at the threshold of the cramped, mold-infested storage room, a furious disbelief tightening his chest. The air inside the closet was barely breathable. It carried the thick, sour stench of mildew, stagnant water, and rotting wood. A single folding cot occupied