Preface
I had never encountered a man driven by such a profound desire to end a life. Once, I believed I could embrace a solitary existence until my twilight years, content with the prospect of passing away alone. However, today, an overwhelming fear grips me, a fear that I may not live to see another day with my beloved family.
My greatest dread lies in the possibility that I will never again gaze into his emerald eyes. A mere fortnight ago, I yearned for a fairy-tale ending, for a life filled with the enchantment found within the pages of books and the frames of movies—a perfect eternity. And then, he entered my life.
But now, as I stand on the precipice of my demise, I wonder, is this the culmination of my existence? I can clearly discern the man clutching a gleaming, menacing knife, but what truly terrifies me is the grotesque metamorphosis of his visage. Am I succumbing to hallucinations? Is this the surreal experience that befalls those nearing the end of their journey?
His teeth elongate, sharpening into fangs, and his nose distorts into a monstrous snout, reminiscent of a canine’s. I fervently wish for one last glimpse of Henry before I depart from this world, a final connection to the life I cherished.
