In front of Shac’s home, Ivan was standing. It was past afternoon and almost approaching night. Ivan looked at his phone, reading the email that was sent to him in the past. He sighed heavily upon reading it once again.

He was waiting for this moment, the moment his job was done. It was planned, it was unbelievable, but he did it, he managed to do it.

Without any further thinking, he went inside Shac’s home uninvited. There, he saw the body of his friend, lifeless and in a sorry state.

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“Is my role done now?” Ivan asked himself as he approached the dead body of Shac on the sofa. He stared at the lifeless body of his friend, thinking about his involvement with it.

Saddened by the sight, he once again asked himself, “Is this for the best?”

Is this really for the best? That I involved myself with Shac regarding the curse? He couldn’t shake the thought, thinking that his actions had led Shac to this inevitable end. The weight of it all pressed down on him, and he felt lost.

Ivan’s eyes burst with tears as he couldn’t help it. His emotions overwhelmed him as the guilt of his actions, of his role in everything that had led to this moment, where Shac died again.

He then proceeded to question himself again.

“Tell me, Ivan, were you right this time?”