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..."
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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...阅读更多