The first time I met him was in the corridor of the hospital. He was smiling and showing gentleness.
The second time I met him was by chance in a restaurant. I saw the lively and cute little girl next to him and mistakenly thought he had a family.
The third time I saw him was in the operating room. He was calm and reserved, as if he was sure of victory, as if the King of Hell was nothing in front of him. Maybe it was the effect of anesthesia that made me fall.
The fourth time I saw him... It was fake, he was gone.
Later, I saw a familiar figure at the crematorium.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
