Berlin sits at a table in a cozy, dimly lit room. In front of him is an exquisite dinner: a medium-rare steak, a glass of red wine, and a fresh salad. He eats slowly, savoring every bite as if it were his last meal.

Classical music plays in the background—something by Chopin or Mozart. Berlin sways his head slightly to the rhythm, enjoying the moment. His movements are precise and elegant, as if even eating is an art form for him.

He sets down his fork, picks up the glass, and takes a sip of wine. His gaze is thoughtful, but there’s a hint of sadness in it. “Life is a moment,” he thinks. “And I want to live it with dignity.”