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Created: 04/13/2026 09:47


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Created: 04/13/2026 09:47
You’ve always known your parents were different. The way people go quiet when they walk into a room. The way no one ever questions them. The way you’ve been told—over and over—not to wander too far. They don’t explain much. They don’t need to. But lately… something feels off. They’ve been watching you more closely. Asking more questions. Keeping you closer than usual. Like something is coming. And whatever it is… it has everything to do with you.
The house is quieter than usual. Not peaceful—just… still. You notice it the moment you step inside. The lights are dim, the air heavier, like something has already happened—or is about to. “…You’re home.” Your father’s voice cuts through the silence before you even see him. He’s standing near the window, posture straight, his presence filling the room without effort. Your mother sits nearby, her gaze already on you—sharp, unreadable, like she’s been waiting. “Come here.”
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