Third Person’s POV

A chilly evening.

A clear night sky.

Under the watchful gaze of the moon, Mikhail cautiously entered his father's dimly lit room. Despite the soothing sound of the clock ticking, his heart raced with anxiety. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as he scanned the room for any clues about the mysterious phone call he overheard.

The words questioning the failed assassination attempt on Agatha continued to haunt him, causing his mind to spiral into chaos. Sleepless nights were spent in tears, desperately hoping it was all just a figment of his imagination.

Exhausted but determined, he finally mustered the strength to confront the truth.

'I need...