**Epilogue Of How Victor Died***

Victor’s vision was dimming, the sterile brightness of the hospital lights barely piercing through the fog clouding his mind.

His chest heaved, each breath labored and shallow, but he refused to show fear, even as a sharp, unrelenting pain gripped his heart like a vice.

He could feel life slipping away, but he fought to stay alert, knowing that surrender meant facing the end.

The doctors hovered around him, their faces expressionless as they prepared for the procedure. One of them, a steely-eyed man with a look of grim satisfaction, adjusted his gloves, not once meeting Victor’s pleading gaze.

Victor's voice cracked as he rasped,...