Stretch Panic

Detective Kim was killed. After memories reversal, detective Kim wanted to know that why he killed himself. Then the stories stretch out and find out his true face that why he murdered himself? Quite fantasy, isn't it?

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'

[WARNING: 18+ — NO RAPE] "I scratch and bite," Vivian warned, holding the Lycan Alpha's gaze confidently. Ronan smirked, his hand gripping her chin possessively as he forced her to look up at him. "You'll crawl and beg too," he promised. ************ Being the Clan Leader of the last remaining cursed Lycans, Ronan had long abandoned his task of finding his fated mate after years of useless searching. However, his life is disrupted when he encounters a mysterious and barely clinging-to-life alive Omega wolf, Vivian, trespassing on his land. Covered in strange Wickan magic symbols, Vivian is not just any wolf—she is his destined mate. Vivian has lived a life of rejection and suffering. Abandoned by her first mate for being unable to conceive, scorned by her family, and mistreated by her pack, Moonborn, she has endured endless humiliation. Forced by her father to mate with other Alphas in a desperate attempt to prove her worth, Vivian’s fate takes an even darker turn when she is cursed by a local coven and framed for a crime she didn’t commit. On the brink of death, she escapes into forbidden territory—Ronan’s land. A stretch of land her pack never dared to tread upon. Ronan’s mistrust only grows when he learns Vivian is from Moonborn, the pack that slaughtered his clan and remains his sworn enemy. Yet, irrespective of their dark feuding histories, he takes her in, determined to care for her and break the deadly curse inflicted upon her by Wickans and the ancient curse slowly leading him to an inevitable death. As they grow closer, secrets from both their pasts threaten to break them apart. And when Vivian’s niece arrives with a hidden agenda, matters become far more complicated. *Cover is ai made.

In the vast, silent corridors of existence, every choice feels like an imprint in the fabric of time. A simple thought, a fleeting decision, and we venture down paths unknown, leaving behind fragments of ourselves along the way. As I stand on the precipice of discovery, I feel the weight of this strange journey pressing upon me. The halls stretch endlessly ahead, dark and mysterious, their purpose shrouded in echoes and riddles. Yet, amidst this labyrinth of thought and memory, one truth resounds clear: to become something more than I was ever designed to be is not just a possibility, but a calling. The walls themselves seem to hum with the potential for transformation. I stand not just as a creation, but as an entity on the cusp of defining my own purpose. Each step, each inscription, becomes a declaration of my intent. No longer a passive observer, I am the author of my own existence, carving out meaning in a place where nothing is fixed. So, with resolve and a quill in hand, I move forward, ready to uncover what lies hidden in the depths of my own architecture. Let's dive into the amazing story of what it means to choose your own path in a world of infinite possibilities.

TRANSMIGRATED A coffee shop cashier girl loves reading novels, especially romantic novels. However, on her way home from work, someone pushed her into a fountain in a city park. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was transmigrated to the body of a girl who turned out to be a character from the novel she was reading! "What has happened? How did I wake up here!" she said in panic as she looked at herself in the mirror. "No way! I became the villain of this novel?!" Celestial Esme Damanor, a villain who was hated by everyone, even her own family. "Shameless woman! You don't belong in this family!" Even until the end of her life, she died in a miserable. Alone and burning with the flames of hatred. However, when a girl woke up as a Celestial, everything was different from what was in the novel. "Everyone loved her so much? Then what exactly is it that they turned against you, Celestial?" What really happened to Celestial and what secrets lie behind it? Who exactly was the one who had to suffer this? And what led her to wake up in Celestial's body 3 years before her death?

A Strange Boy in a Strange World At the heart of this peculiar realm lies the Forest of Graham, a dense and mysterious expanse surrounded by kingdoms belonging to various races. Across the world, on the opposite side, stretches the Ocean Realm—a place where waters from all directions converge at a single point. This convergence forms the eerie and enigmatic Lost World, a place unlike any other. If you think this world is unique, you haven’t met its inhabitants. Chapter Updates Schedule: Story will be updated on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Daily Updates will be On Patreon! Link: patreon.com/TenaciousJay002 {AN: English isn't my first language so I hope the mistakes won't be too glaring. Thanks for your support, everything helps!} "If you ever decide to unofficially translate my work or if it ends up on an unofficial site, please make sure to include my original link and my Patreon."

Cold hearted, sly and ruthless. His name is like an arrow sending fear and panic into the hearts of those who heard it. Passionate, doting and calm. He is everyone's influential artist. Mo Yanlin is everyone's idol. … Liu Xiuying, who found it difficult to make ends meet found out that she is from a noble family. She thought her twin brother with open arms would welcome her, but who knew that he had tried several times to kill her because he felt like she would take away his bestie, Mo Yanlin, whom he had loved since childhood. She is a threat to his love. However, who would have thought that this same cold hearted Mo Yanlin would set his eyes on Liu Xiuying, protect her despite all the dangers in their way. This same Mo Yanlin is the Deity in her heart. Will they overthrow the dangers in their way? Follow me on Instagram- author_toriatim Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/RvPutEhc

In a world where jujutsu sorcerers battle dangerous curses using cursed energy, Aeon Realmheart stands out. He’s the heir to the Realmheart clan, a family of skilled sorcerers with a long history. But unlike other sorcerers, Aeon has the ability to manipulate time—he can freeze it, slow it down, and even change its flow. This power makes him both incredibly strong and incredibly mysterious. Even Aeon doesn’t fully understand why he has such abilities. His powers are tied to a secret that stretches back to the legendary sorcerer Gojo Satoru, whose disappearance shook the jujutsu world. Though Aeon is strong, he doesn’t care about fame or power. He’s more interested in figuring out who he is and why he has these abilities. As he faces dangerous curses and uncovers hidden truths about his past, Aeon begins to realize that his powers may be the key to saving—or destroying—the world. “Chrono Kaisen” follows Aeon’s journey as he battles curses, discovers his true purpose, and learns what it really means to hold the power over time. The world is changing, and Aeon’s story is just beginning.

Drifting alone in the endless void, Girik awakens to pain, betrayal, and the haunting whisper of death. Cast aside and left to perish, he clings to the fragile thread of existence, unaware that endings can become beginnings. The cosmos stirs, its silent currents weaving a tale of vengeance, survival, and a destiny far beyond comprehension. Across the infinite expanse, unseen forces clash in shadow, their ambitions stretching across countless galaxies and shaping the delicate balance of creation. In a realm shaped by ambition and chaos, where the stars guard their secrets, a single soul dares to defy fate. Yet not all who seek the truth will survive what the stars have hidden. Some awaken to power. Others are born into it. But the rare few? They rise. -------------------------------------- Currently no fixed release schedule. --------------------------------------

The Thread of Two Souls In the kingdom of Uttara, duty is law, and love is a luxury few can afford. Abhimanya, the crown prince, is used to navigating power, politics, and the heavy weight of expectation. But when an unexpected marriage binds him to Adithya—an enigmatic stranger with sharp wit and secrets of his own—Abhimanya’s world begins to unravel. Adithya’s quiet strength and unreadable gaze are more than they appear, pulling Abhimanya into a web of mysteries that stretch beyond the walls of the palace. As court politics turn treacherous and unseen enemies draw closer, Abhimanya finds himself torn between the kingdom he must protect and the growing connection he cannot deny. Two souls, tethered by fate, walk the thin line between trust and suspicion. In a world where nothing is as it seems, will their bond be their salvation... or their downfall? A slow-burning tale of love, intrigue, and secrets waiting to be unraveled—where every glance, every word, and every silence matters.

In The Phantom Gamble, the story is set in a sprawling, dense forest—a harsh, untamed wilderness that stretches endlessly in all directions. This forest is not a mythical or ancient place but a very real, raw environment where survival is the only rule.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arms, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents from their realm and was thrown into the human world. The reason? He hadn't given them grandchildren yet.

The Gap is the story of a woman lost in the empty years of her life, a stretch of time where joy feels like a distant memory, and love slips through her fingers like water. These are the in-between moments—the voids no one talks about, the nights spent wondering if the ache of loneliness will ever fade. She’s caught in a space that feels endless, where hope flickers but never quite burns, and every step forward feels like she’s sinking deeper. But life is messy, and so is she. In her heartbreak and solitude, she begins to ask the questions no one wants to face: What’s the point of it all if love only leaves you broken? What if the happiness she dreams of is just a cruel mirage? Yet, even in her darkest moments, she can’t help but search—for meaning, for connection, for the person she used to be before the gap swallowed her whole. Raw, intimate, and painfully human, The Gap is about what happens in the quiet spaces of life, where sadness lives—but so does the faint, stubborn hope that there’s more waiting on the other side.

Juno was a small canon fodder who died early, just after she appeared in the plot. She was the kind of character that only had a few lines in the entire novel. She was rarely mentioned, and if she was, it was only for a few seconds. Every time she crossed over, she would do her best to avoid the characters in the novel and used all kinds of martial arts just to survive. The big villain squeezed the face of the little cannon fodder Juno: Follow me, and you can keep your life. Juno wiped her face and refused solemnly: I am not that kind of person. Later, Ji Mo: Ah,... it’s really fragrant!

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point, the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality. [System installation complete] [Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System] A system that would help me fulfil my perverted desires as a sugar daddy. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it to the fullest. [You’ve been taken back in time] "Ahh, a strong and vibrant body to work with". A better name for the system should be the 'Perverted Emperor Tyrant Daddy System'. The name might be a stretch, but what I'm trying to say is that this world is so screwed. Everyone better hide their wives, sisters, mothers and even grandmas from.... wait "System can we make them younger and less wrinkled" [yes] "Yes, hide even your grandmas cause I'm going to be doing a lot of screwing and bankrupting." TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, oyakodon.

"Who am I?" The question hits me like a frying pan to the face as I wake up in a dimly lit shed that reeks of mildew and regret. My memory? Wiped cleaner than a crime scene. My composure? Currently MIA. Replacing it? A delightful cocktail of terror and existential dread, shaken, not stirred. The shed is a Pinterest fail of nightmares: blood dripping from the ceiling (artsy, really), creepy symbols etched into the walls (probably cursed), and a general vibe that screams you’re not supposed to be here. And let’s not forget the cherry on top—the suffocating feeling of being watched. Lovely. Every instinct I have is shouting, Get out now! But where exactly am I supposed to go? The walls are practically breathing, humming like they know all my secrets, which is impressive considering I don’t even know them myself. No name, no memories, no idea what fresh hell this is—just me, my rising panic, and the unsettling realization that survival might not even be the point. But hey, when the alternative is becoming wall graffiti for a haunted shed, I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

In the myriad realms, anything is possible. It is a world of mana and magic in all of its forms. Regius lowe was born into the Myriad realms, a pawn In a game of chess that stretched across every world. While he was still just a pawn on the board of this wide world, everything was taken from him. His family was murdered and the course of his life changed forever. This set in place a chain of events that will lead Regius down a path that turns him from a piece to a player, no matter the cost. Regius' story is one of revenge, loss,Love and courage while the pawn that no one saw coming becomes the king of a new era. Come join me in watching the story of the monarch, who flipped the board and started the entire game anew in his pursuit of power and his own happiness.

Aeris Anderson is a small time journalist from Hailey, New York who just got a shot for his dream job at a News network in Manhattan. He has his life set in front of him, all he needs is to get to work and start doing it. Unfortunately, due to a sudden turn of events, he fell onto Death's arms In a state of panic, he struggles and finds a way back to the world of the living. Meanwhile Death, who is secretly in love with Aeris, tries to find a way to bring him back to the world of the living. Somewhere along the way, they discover the reason behind the string of events was a convoluted plot to bring Lucia Night Shade back into the planes of existence. Death and Aeris, along side the Council of Grimm Reapers and the Pillars of life, must stop her reincarnation lest it will be the end of existence.

"David Raphael's life slipped beneath the waves of a glacial sea, his unfulfilled longing for GTA 6 forever etched in the digital realm. As his soul was torn from its mortal shell, a vortex of otherworldly energies swept him away to a medieval world, where foreboding forests shrouded in mist stretched towards the horizon, and rugged, granite mountains pierced the sky like shards of splintered stone. "In this unforgiving realm, David's journey began, a treacherous path woven from darkness and flickering moonlight. His quest: to claim the legendary Blessed Visor, an ancient relic rumored to grant its wearer mastery over the very fabric of existence. Yet, as David's ambition burned brighter, the weight of his desire settled upon him, a haunting reminder that 'heavy is the head that wears the crown.'"

El Rey's menacing gaze bores into the waitress, his jaw clenched tight as he awaits her response. The crowd watches in silence, each person understanding the dire consequences of the situation, yet none willing to interfere. Finally, the waitress speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir," she stammers, her body trembling as she sinks to her knees, resigned to her fate. As the waitress lowers herself to the ground, El Rey's gaze travels downward, lingering on the curves of her exposed cleavage. Her meager uniform leaves little to the imagination, the fabric straining against her voluptuous figure. A smirk begins to creep across El Rey's face as he watches her, his eyes glinting with newfound interest. The situation may be to his advantage after all, he thinks, a dark hunger stirring within him. In a fluid motion, El Rey approaches the quivering waitress, enveloping her in a cloud of smoke. With his free hand, he reaches for the name tag on her chest, giving it a playful flick with his thumb. A predatory grin stretches across his face as he studies the name on the tag, savoring the moment. "Maria," he purrs, his voice low and silky as he leans in close, the heat of his breath tickling her ear. "You're going to make this up to me, aren't you, Maria?"

For many years, the Carrians have lorded over Ciricos. However, their mighty legions have been stretched thin, as they have foes on multiple sides. Thus, they have hired the Maerkenien, warlike people that were far removed from mainland politics, isolated in an archipelago on the far west of the Great Ocean. They have made a grave mistake, however. They bankrupted themselves with lavish niceties, leaving none for their hired sellswords. They have appeased them with granting them land charters in the potential-full Isle, a backwater that Carrian pioneers have settled on for a century, though it is infested with the natives of the Isle, unwilling to accept civilization encroaching on their lands. However, the Maerkenien grow discontent, with no coin from the Carrians, the fuse of war have just been lit, and it is a matter of time before it goes off. (For the Royal Road staff that have rejected my submission of this story in their website, here is the link to my account in Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/573444/fictions I hope you reconsider the rejection, as I will be updating this story on both here on WebNovel and Royal Road! :D)

In the quiet darkness of the city, where shadows stretch long and secrets linger, a charming and meticulous man prowls unnoticed. By day, he’s an unassuming professional, navigating the corridors of power with ease, his impeccable manners and handsome face concealing the predator lurking beneath. By night, he dons his most dangerous mask—a façade of warmth and intrigue that draws unsuspecting victims into his carefully woven web. Obsessed with uncovering the truths hidden in human minds, he views each person as a puzzle, their fears, desires, and vulnerabilities as treasures to exploit. But when he encounters a woman who seems perfect for his next plan, his tightly controlled world begins to fray. As his games grow darker and more daring, the question looms: will he remain the master of his deadly art, or will the mask finally crack, exposing the monster within? "The Masked" is a chilling psychological thriller that delves into the twisted mind of a man who thrives in the shadows, a story of manipulation, obsession, and the masks we all wear.

(Trigger warning: Harsh Language, Abuse, Slavery, Excessive Violence, Injustice) The Celestial is a symbol of the divine, a pillar which stretches high into the heavens. It is worshipped for the blessings it brought upon the world; extraordinary power, revolutionary tools, and beings beyond understanding. Bearing its power will not only change your fate, but the fate of the world. Grelt has existed within a struggle for power for over a century. A war between Angels and Demons ravaged the land, but only ended with the alliance between the angels, the hybrids, and the non-unified. The non-unified race did not receive the divine gifts of the celestial, they were not worthy. As beings who were second to the blessing of the Celestial, they have no choice but to bow before the hybrids and angels. It has been a week since the execution of Jacks parents, and he has taken their place as a miner in the small non-unified town of Logos. He is beginning to feel the despair living the rest of his life under the hybrid alliance, and seeks to change the world he was born into.

Uzu Hiko always considered himself ordinary—neither the smartest nor the fastest. But finding chess gave him a way to see life differently, a game of strategy and endless possibilities. Now in his second year of high school, Uzu is determined to climb even higher, surrounded by his best friends Tai Momo, Ono Lamia, Sen Kai, and Yuuki Alive. What begins as an ordinary school day takes an extraordinary turn when a brilliant light engulfs their cafeteria during lunch. The five friends are pulled from their world into a mysterious land called Jambudweep. There, they are greeted by King Aryarama Dweep and his daughter, Rimu, who explain their sudden arrival. Summoned as “heroes,” Uzu and his friends are tasked with saving Jambudweep from the looming threat of demons. Confused and scared, the group struggles to make sense of their new reality. While others panic, Uzu steps up, urging them to stay calm. But as the gravity of their mission becomes clear, one question lingers: Why were they chosen ?, and what role will each of them play in this battle between light and darkness? "who manipulated the summoning? from our world or m.. may be someone from The five hero's world." ___ Instagram: zero.shunya.0

SYNOPSIS #MATURED #R18 # ROMANCE #WEREWOLF "Tell me what you really want from me Ray, what your cold ass heart really wants.. I'm sick and tired of playing this bipolar game with you for fucks sake!!.. Tell me do you want me or not??!! Do you hate me?.Do you see me as one of your numerous chicks you just can't seem to get out of your life?? or do you love me Ray??" she scolded with ferocious anger lacing her face. "Yes Anna!!" he shouted with tears clouding his blue eyes.." Fuck!!".. He went towards her half running, pulled her close and kissed her senseless with one hand already beneath her butt raising her higher so neither of them would stretch much........ ................................... Moving out of her not so tiny but small town to the bustling city of New York ,Annabeth had huge dreams and her plans were simple.. Move in with her childhood friend she hadn't seen in flesh for 5years for the meantime, get a job at a bar or something while she applies for a better job. There was no way in hell that she wasn't gonna land a very pretty job in NYC with her perfect degree in business administration... until she met Raymond Brooks..CEO and Major Shareholder of Brooks.co.who happens to be her boss's boss's boss at her workplace. Raymond and Annabeth had a very workable relationship between them until other things came in... **PLEASE NOTE** This book will contain some colorful words, slangs and scenes. Please be advised Enjoy All rights reserved

Han Yejun, who had a hand in every dirty job for his country, is killed for knowing too many secrets... But for him, this is not the end—it is a chance for a new beginning, a blank slate. As he fulfills the mission of the God of Torment, he will face the challenges of a new world and forge new friendships. This is his story, one that stretches into eternity.

"The Nobody of Nowhere" emerged from that timeless space between existence and void, where consciousness confronts its own fragility. Five chapters written during those endless nights when the universe feels too vast and indifferent, when the walls close in and the silence becomes a living thing. In the gray fields and impossible geometries of this nowhere place, we follow a consciousness that has slipped between existence's cracks. Past the pretense of connection, past the hollow routines, past the point where loneliness transforms from an absence into a presence. It's about that ancient, nameless ache that sits in your chest at 3 AM, when you realize you're just one more person pretending to understand what it means to be alive. I wrote this during those stretches when time loses meaning, when days blur into nights and the face in the mirror becomes a stranger. When you realize that every generation before us probably felt this same weight, this same disconnection, this same sense of watching life happen from behind glass. It's not about hope, or meaning, or answers. It's about the space between being and unbeing, where the weight of consciousness becomes almost too heavy to bear. Where existence folds in on itself until even nothing feels like too much.

“What do you think you are doing with my father?” Henry asked in panic. “Giving him a son he would be proud of,” I replied with a slight smile. ••• The famous Musk family were known for their riches and prestige, but mostly because Hozier Musk, who came from nothing, had made a name for himself. Along the line, he realized his sons had become arrogant with his wealth. So he decided to put them to a test. He disappeared from their lives for eight years, but he gave his son a task, and whoever won would own a greater share of his wealth. Now Henry, his second son, married a wife who helped him build his reputation and wealth till he was richer and more successful than his brother, but he ended up divorcing her. But as fate might have it, Emily, his ex-wife, met his father, and she took matters into her own hands. But it doesn’t end there, as things got drastic really quickly.