Comhroinn Fuaime

They came out of nowhere. A group of robbers. Violent. Ruthless. They didn't just steal from him — the text says they stripped him, beat him, and left him half dead. Half dead. That phrase matters. He wasn't gone. He was conscious enough to feel everything — the pain, the blood, the heat of the sun…

They came out of nowhere. A group of robbers. Violent. Ruthless. They didn't just steal from him — the text says they stripped him, beat him, and left him half dead. Half dead. That phrase matters. He wasn't gone. He was conscious enough to feel everything — the pain, the blood, the heat of the sun beginning to press down on him, the desperate hope that someone… anyone… would come. He couldn't move. He couldn't call for help. All he could do was wait. And in that moment of absolute helplessness,