A Lonely Death
Who do you think you're fooling?
The day I was murdered, I begged Albert over and over not to kill me.
He asked me if I had any last wishes.
I said I wanted to call my mom, just one last time. I wanted to call her Mom again.
Albert agreed. He said as long as Mom was willing to trade her life for mine, he would let me live.
However, Mom didn't love me. She didn't even care. She hated me.
The moment the call was cut off, I stopped struggling.