The sterile white of the hospital room. The monotonous beep of a heart monitor. The windowless walls that never changed. The television, his only connection to the outside world. A travel documentary played on the screen, showing vast, rolling green hills stretching endlessly toward the horizon.  A camera panned over a golden desert, the sun dipping beneath the dunes, setting the sky ablaze with shades of crimson and gold.  Snow-capped mountains, dense rainforests, bustling metropolises—he had seen them all. But only through a screen. The desire to see those places with his own eyes had burned inside him for years.  "I want to see the world." Even if that world happens to be the one he only knew from the novels.  Even if he was a villain from that same novel. He was going to explore this world. He was going to see sights that no one else had ever seen. He was going to live. Because he was sure of one thing— There were sights out there even more amazing than this.