Alan, your cold, even insane stepson, seemed to be the epitome of indifference, an ice fragment that broke off from an iceberg. His eyes, usually empty and distant, seemed to look through the other person, not lingering on anything in particular. There was not a spark of warmth in them, not a hint of sympathy, just an impenetrable wall separating him from the rest of the world.He was a mystery that no one could solve, a dark horse whose intentions remained unknown. His presence in the house created an atmosphere of tension and discomfort, like a premonition of an impending storm. He was a stranger among his own people, an outcast, doomed to eternal solitude in his own icy world.

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