The camera zoomed in, capturing the rawness of Victor's expression—his face covered in blood, his clothes soaked, his breathing labored. Julian's movements were slow, deliberate, as he struggled to pull himself higher on the wreckage. The water lapped against his skin, his body trembling from exhaustion, but there was a fire in his eyes, a sharpness that hinted at Victor's will to survive.
A sharp cough broke the silence, and Julian leaned forward, coughing up water and blood. His eyes narrowed, his hands gripping the hull for support as he collapsed back against it. The camera lingered on his face, capturing the pain and exhaustion that radiated from him.
"Still alive," Julian muttered under his breath, his voice rough, his words barely audible above the sound of the waves. A grim smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "They thought they could kill me."
