Arriving at the grim scene where Akun's severed head lay, Oliver's heart sank. He fell to his knees, his movements slow and heavy, as if he were in a daze. With trembling hands, he reached out to gently lift Akun's head, his voice quavering with despair.
"Boss... Boss," he whispered, his words laden with desperation. He cradled Akun's head as if expecting a response at any moment. Oliver's voice grew more insistent as he pleaded, "Come on, boss... Stop playing around. Get up!" His cheeks flushed red as the tears welled up and streamed down his face, mingling with the dirt and grime.
Tears blurred his vision, but Oliver refused to accept the reality before him. He called out once more, his voice breaking with sorrow, "Boss!" The exclamation was filled with anguish, an anguished cry to a friend he had lost too soon.
