Ethan begins to unravel the mystery of his father's past.
Ethan sat alone in his father's old study, surrounded by the smell of aged wood and forgotten memories. The desk, cluttered with years of dust and discarded papers, seemed almost like a puzzle waiting to be solved. His father's absence still echoed in the room.
The letter: His eyes landed on an envelope tucked under a stack of papers. Yellowed and fragile, it had no return address. Just his father's name, written in a hurried, familiar hand. Ethan's fingers trembled as he reached for it. Why had this letter been hidden for so long? And who had it been meant for?
The photo: Beneath the letter, he found a photograph—a group of strangers standing together, smiling, as if they shared some secret. His father was in the center, but there was something about his expression. It was strained, unnatural. The light in his eyes was distant, almost haunted. Who were these people? What had his father been involved in?
The silence: The house seemed quieter than usual, like the walls were closing in around him. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind outside made him feel more isolated. He wasn't alone. Something—someone—was watching him. Ethan couldn't shake the sensation that every paper he uncovered, every clue he followed, was leading him deeper into a web his father had woven long ago.
Questions piled up, each one more pressing than the last. Why had his father never spoken of his past? Why had Ethan been kept in the dark about this part of his life?
The unsettling discovery: He unfolded the letter with care. Inside, the words were cryptic, written in haste. The sender's name was a mystery, but the message was clear: "You can't escape your past. It's already too late."
The chill running down Ethan's spine was unmistakable. Was his father hiding something far darker than he could have imagined? Or was there something about his own past he had never been told?
The deeper Ethan dug, the more he felt like he was uncovering a truth that had been buried for years. But the truth didn't feel liberating—it felt dangerous. The questions swirled around him, growing louder, suffocating him.
And then, the phone rang. Ethan froze. Who would call now?