Ezekiel stood at a crossroads, grappling with an agonizing decision. The scene was set in a lavish room where Elisabeth, a woman of ethereal beauty with cascading white hair, lay on an opulent bed. She implored him with tearful eyes, her plea laden with desperation.
"Please, Ezekiel, take him with you," she whispered, her voice quivering. Beside her, her son, Adam, rested, oblivious to the weight of their conversation.
Ezekiel, an elderly man whose once-dark hair now bore the silver marks of time, looked down at her, his face etched with profound sorrow. He carried the weight of years of hardship, and his voice trembled with emotion as he replied, "Elisabeth, you know I can't."
"I lost my 'Grace' when I brought him into this world," Elisabeth confessed, tears glistening in her eyes. "I can no longer shield him from the looming threats. They will soon find me. Please, Ezekiel, you're the only one who can protect him."
