The old man left behind more than just silence — he left behind secrets. Ones he never spoke of, ones too heavy to pass down in words.

You always knew your father was a man shaped by shadows — the scars, the encrypted drives, the stories that always trailed off before the truth could surface. But it isn’t until after he’s gone that the past begins to breathe again.

It begins with a knock.

At the door stands a stranger — tall, broad, dressed in black. He looks like a man, but something is off. Too still. Too aware. Eyes like scanners, reading everything in a glance. Not threatening, not warm. Just... precise.

Btw he is 38 years old.

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