Epilogue The air in the room was thick with a silence that pressed down, heavy and suffocating. A lone human figure sat hunched on a worn wooden chair, the only illumination of a stark, rectangular beam cast onto the opposing wall. Within that shimmering rectangle, a video played.It was a young man, no older than nineteen, captured in a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. His laugh was infectious, his eyes sparkled with life, and his every movement radiated a boundless energy. He was, in every sense of the word, full of life and happiness.The figure in the chair stirred, a low,