FRESH TROUBLE

Mike's astonishment and bewilderment were palpable as he grappled with Victor's unsettling revelation. "What exactly do you mean by saying you will be dead?" he asked, seeking clarification.

In response, Victor wore a sly smile, elaborating, "Essentially, I plan to vanish without a trace. Your task is to establish that when the fatal blow was dealt during our intense confrontation, not a shred of my physical form remained, as our brutal clash left everything utterly obliterated."

"Mike looked puzzled as he asked, 'So, how do I go about getting my monthly antidote?'

Victor responded, "It's simple. I got you a SIM card, saved the number, and I'll reach out when it's time. I might switch phone numbers, so your number needs to stay the same. Only I should be able to contact you on this number by the way."

Victor casually tossed the SIM pack into Mike's hand, sealing the deal.

In a moment of liberation, Mike drew in a profound breath, rising from the ground and striding away from the confi