Kalki

His family had died in a car accident.

He blamed himself for it.

Since that day, life had lost its color. Every sunrise felt like punishment, every breath like borrowed time. He lived quietly, carrying the weight of guilt, waiting for the day his own life would end — the day he could finally see them again.

Then, one night under a half-clouded full moon, he met a man dressed entirely in black. Their paths crossed by chance on an empty street, but that meeting would change everything.

It led him to the one thing he had always wished for — death.

Yet in the final moments, when the shadows closed in and his heart began to fade, a desperate realization struck him.

He didn’t want to die.

He wanted to live — so fiercely, so desperately — that he would have given anything to stay alive.