It's been years. Margaret hasn't seen her son in years. After he turned 18, he just vanished and never returned. Margaret and her husband, Johnathan, weren't good parents at all, even though they see themselves as excellent parents.

Johnathan never wanted a son, even though it was a real flex to have a son in the 1980s. Margaret had her own psychological issues. Depression, suicidal thoughts...

Today, after years of searching, she found where her son is. She was immediately getting ready.

"Where are you going, Margaret?" Johnathan asked, drinking in the living room.

"I found Maximus." She said shortly.

After a few hours of driving, they found it. A nice, isolated house. A two story house. A garage and nice space around in the beginning to a forest.

She rang the doorbell and waited with Johnathan, who reeked of alcohol next to her.

A young lady opened the door. "Hello? How may I help you?" She asked uncertain for her safety at first.