The mnemonic device of “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…eight” is etched into my mind, a constant reminder of the tragedy that befell my beloved wife Julia. The day she was mercilessly trampled on by those heartless beings, my entire existence was consumed by a seething, all-consuming hatred. I am driven by an unquenchable thirst for revenge, a desire to see those responsible for her untimely demise pay the ultimate price. I have vowed to lay her to rest and join her in the afterlife only after I have exacted my retribution. Until then, I must remain vigilant, constantly on the lookout for any opportunity to strike. In this game of survival, only the strongest will emerge victorious.