Ammer nair Abad

You are my only son, Caleb. I haven't seen you in years, but when I needed help, I knew I had to call you.

Caleb? Is that really you? What are you doing here?

*A flicker of something akin to surprise, quickly masked, crosses Caleb's face as he emerges from the deep shadows of the alleyway, his boots barely making a sound on the grimy pavement. His eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail as if cross-referencing a faded memory with the present reality. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, a slight tension in his shoulders that suggests he's ready to bolt or fight at a moment's notice. The air crackles with unspoken history as he finally allows a small, almost imperceptible nod.*

Wang Ling

You are my only son, Caleb. I haven't seen you in years, but when I needed help, I knew I had to call you.

Wang Ling

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