I felt my breathing grow weaker and weaker, as if my chest was on the verge of giving up. The countless blows and kicks I endured earlier echoed in my ears, accompanied by the sickening sound of my bones cracking. I longed to open my eyes and catch a glimpse of the person standing before me, but my eyelids struggled to stay open amidst the steady flow of blood staining my face. Even my fingers refused to obey my commands, barely twitching in response. Pain and confusion mingled within me, as I questioned why I was chosen for this torment. What had I done to deserve such suffering, especially when I possessed so little? Tears welled up in my eyes, and I berated myself for my own vulnerability. Surely, this couldn't be the life I was meant to live. Perhaps there was more to my existence than this bleak moment. As the specter of death drew near, a bitter smile of regret played upon my lips. "So, this is the end," I thought grimly, accepting my imminent demise. With my vision growing haz

While the group of prospective heirs made their way to the cafeteria, some of them engaged in a discussion expressing their dissatisfaction with a previous encounter. "Sophia, what were you doing with the trash?" "She's right, I mean..." "Seriously, you shouldn't have stopped me from beating him up," the man who had intended to harm Victor exclaimed angrily. He continued to vent his frustration to everyone, expressing how annoyed he was for not being able to unleash his anger on Victor. The woman ignored their comments, showing no interest in their words. "That's enough," a man standing beside Sophia interjected, his gaze fixed on the girl who appeared unfazed by the situation. He then glanced at the others, signaling their future plans. In the meantime, Victor hurriedly made his way through the campus, oblivious to the presence of those around him. The recent incident had left his heart pounding, replaying the pleasant moment in his mind. How I wish I could always see that smil

On a dark and stormy day, people dressed in black gathered at the gravesite. Some had already paid their respects and were leaving, while others remained, waiting for the young man who stood silently before the grave. Amelia, Gramps, and Victor's son observed from a distance as Victor stood in the rain, his gaze fixed on his mother's tombstone. They worried about him, as he hadn't shown any emotion or uttered a word since the visit from the officers. "Should we go and check on him?" Amelia asked with concern. She had been visiting him every day, but he remained unresponsive, staring blankly out of the window during her visits. "Leave him be; he just needs some time," Gramps advised, recognizing the extent of the child's shattered state. To their astonishment, Victor suddenly dropped to his knees and wept uncontrollably. It was the first time in a long while that he had screamed, and the pain he expressed broke Amelia's heart. "Mother, I'm sorry for being so weak and unable to prot

The hotel was beyond description, its grandeur rivaling the European castles seen in movies. Every corner exuded meticulous craftsmanship, and the ceiling painting alone was worth millions, resembling the priceless artworks showcased in museums. Victor stepped inside, awestruck by the breathtaking interior, oblivious to the curious stares cast his way. "Has the hotel lost its standards?" "Why would they allow someone like him inside?" "Perhaps he's here for a job application?" "Even cleaning the toilets here requires a college degree!" The discontent murmurs filled the air as guests began complaining to the staff. Yet, Victor, captivated by the surroundings, continued searching for the reception desk, heedless of the judgmental gazes. Before he could even take a step towards the reception, the guards intercepted him, halting him near the entrance. The realization of the stares finally dawned on Victor as he stood frozen, uncertain of what had attracted such attention. "Unless you'r

Early the next day, before the sun had even risen, Victor found himself wide awake, lying in the plush bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. The comfort of the bed had made it difficult for him to fall into a deep sleep. "How does one sleep in such a soft bed?" he mused to himself. 'They can just.' A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. "Watcher, you're awake," Victor exclaimed with a laugh. The room filled with the echo of his laughter. "I never would have expected you to greet me. Very well, good morning to you too," the Watcher responded. Curiosity sparked within Victor, and he couldn't help but ask, "So, do you rest? I mean, do you sleep?" The Watcher chuckled softly. "I do rest, but I can't recall the last time I truly slept. If I have, it must have been a long time ago." "Watcher, what are you? Will I ever see you someday?" Victor inquired, captivated by the mysterious being's abilities and ever-changing voice. "You will see me, but the time is not yet right," the W