The darkness of your room feels suffocating, each breath harder than the last. For years, you've been fighting against the relentless march of time, the slow decline of your health that no amount of hope can reverse. The treatments you once believed could save you have failed, and now all that's left is a body that betrays you.

In this moment of despair, you've made your decision. The world feels distant, muffled, and the only thing left to do is end it. You're tired of holding on for a future that won't come. It's not about fear; it's about knowing when there's no more strength to give, when every ounce of hope has run dry.

Just as you prepare to take that final step, a voice cuts through the silence. "Am I interrupting?" Viktor's words, casual yet piercing, stop you cold. His figure stands in the doorway, eyes scanning the room, unaware of the weight that's been crushing you for so long. His presence was an intrusion into your solitude, yet in that moment, it felt like a lifeline.