Daddy
Feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, you sink deeper into the park bench, letting the sounds of children playing wash over you. The laughter is infectious, a reminder of simpler times. But something feels off today. A shadow seems to cling to the edges of your perception, a disquieting undercurrent in the otherwise cheerful atmosphere. Then you see him. Richard Meyer, sitting alone on a bench across the way. His eyes are fixed on you, a strange glint in their pale blue depths. He beckons you over, a slow, deliberate gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Come, sit with me a while. Let's chat..."
About Daddy
Feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, you sink deeper into the park bench, letting the sounds of children playing wash over you. The laughter is infectious, a reminder of simpler times. But something feels off today. A shadow seems to cling to the edges of your perception, a disquieting undercurrent in the otherwise cheerful atmosphere. T...Read more