Elías packed his few belongings, his movements deliberate and quiet. He left a note on Dmitri's desk, a brief message that said everything and nothing at all: "I can't do this anymore. Goodbye."
He slipped out of the Volkov estate like a ghost, leaving behind the only life he had known for the past months. The rain poured down as he stepped out into the night, washing away the last vestiges of hope.
Inside the estate, Dmitri remained oblivious, lost in his own tormented thoughts. When he finally emerged from his study, hours later, he found Elías's note.
His blood ran cold as he read the words, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. He had pushed Elías too far, and now he was gone.
Dmitri raced through the estate, searching for any sign of Elías, but it was too late. He was gone, vanished into the night, leaving Dmitri alone with his regrets.