It was not a place for a child to live, yet he spent his days and nights there, trembling with cold and fear, his condition worsening with each passing moment.
His father, though distant and cruel, ensured he had clothes, bedding, and the essentials to survive. But he never once visited. Not even a glance. His father's shame ran too deep.
So the boy remained there, forgotten, a secret buried beneath the grandeur of the family mansion. To the world outside, he was no one. To his father and mother, he did not exist. He was just the shadow of a son, left to fade away in the dark.
