"Monsieur Arnault, I am sorry, but there is nothing else we can do."
"Just tell me how long do I have."
"We think… one year or two at most."
The somber conversation echoed in Axel's mind, the verdict delivered by the best doctors in the world. Despite possessing limitless wealth, access to cutting-edge pharmaceutical technology, and state-of-the-art facilities, Axel was unable to escape his fate.
The ghoul disease had taken root, a malevolent force that gradually drained his cells while mercilessly tearing his skin apart. This affliction, considered a curse upon the Arnoult bloodline for manipulating human lives for centuries, now haunted Axel's final days.
