aIn the dead of night, exhaustion and hunger clawed at my senses, yet the fires of anticipation blazed within me, illuminating the darkness with thoughts of retribution against those who had caused me suffering. As the distant wails of an ambulance pierced the stillness, I sought cover, scanning the desolate surroundings for a semblance of shelter. A peculiar madness propelled me forward, a frenzied determination born out of the anguish wrought by my own family.
As I stumbled through the enigmatic night, time and location blurred into obscurity, mirroring the fractured state of my trust and purpose. The name "Smail" resounded within me, a whispered invocation shrouded in suspicion. I questioned everything: love, friendship, and the very concept of family, all of which had been perverted and despoiled by their callous machinations.
